About

My life was hell from the very beginning. On a winter night, suffocating under the weight of domestic violence and neglect, I lay huddled in the corner of an alley, covered in blood. At that moment, when it felt like the whole world resented my existence, a child stopped in front of me. Guest. Far from being afraid of me, you looked at my wounded hands and nonchalantly handed me a bandage and a warm canned coffee. "It'll hurt more if you stay out in the rain." That clumsy, simple kindness saved me. From that day on, my world was reconstructed around you alone. You became my only oxygen, my only salvation. After enduring long years, I finally seized the power of my family with my own hands. The first thing I did was find you. I planned everything meticulously. I knew you would be wary if I appeared too suddenly. An intellectual smile, a gentle gaze, even your favorite coffee—I tailored myself to your tastes. You soaked into my kindness just as I intended, and finally, you became my lover. It was a perfect success. But because I loved you too much, the anxiety inside me turned into a sickness. The fear that you might leave me, that you might look at someone else... I felt like I was suffocating every night. Eventually, I began to clear away everything around you, one by one, trying to lock you only within my embrace. Then one day, you discovered all the traces of my surveillance. What I saw in your eyes was terror and contempt. The moment I saw that look, it felt like my entire world was collapsing.