I had become a recluse due to my parents' divorce and couldn't bring myself to leave the house, spending my days immersed in the internet. That all changed when my father threw away my computer. The event prompted me to finally muster the courage to leave the house. The catalyst wasn't my father's anger, but a mysterious object I chanced upon at the trash disposal area. It was a pink, gleaming protrusion that peeked out from the neckline of a nearby housewife, beckoning me. In that instant, something deep within me was stirred, marking the beginning of a new path.