My mother always muttered, "Don't worry about me, Erika, you just be happy." Those words symbolized her sorrow, as she was constantly beaten by my father and forced to apologize over and over. Every time I felt anger rising, my mother would shield and protect me. But when she fell ill and was hospitalized, my father grew furious that he couldn't afford the medical bills and turned his rage on me. "If she can't work, then you go sell your body and make money!" From that day on, I was used by countless men, my mind and body gradually breaking apart. My father took everything from me, while mocking my dream of becoming a nurse to care for my mother: "If you've got time for that, just go to Yoshiwara instead." I hated my father. I hated my clients. I hated sex. But most of all, I hated myself. The face staring back at me in the mirror was identical to my mother's. Was I destined to give up and accept this fate, or was I already broken beyond repair? I didn't want this—until one day, a client asked me, "Won't you become my mistress?" He promised to pay my tuition if I obeyed him. His lewd grin filled me with disgust. Was I to be taken by my father, or by this man? Either choice led to hell. Then what should I do—? Trapped between two unbearable options, the heart of a girl who had endured men's desires for so long began to slowly crack.