Several months after graduating from university and moving to Tokyo to live alone, I thought I had become independent—yet in reality, I was still naive. I easily trusted a woman simply because she claimed to know my mother. Our relationship grew more complicated than either of us expected, and I found myself trapped in a situation I couldn't refuse. I was pressured to drink, and as the alcohol took effect, I was urged to drink even more. Before I knew it, I was left alone with the ringleader. The room was small, the air thick with tension. The men present could no longer hide their lustful intentions toward me. Before long, several men had gathered for the party, surrounding me like prey. I had become nothing more than an object for their desires. As my intoxication deepened and my judgment faded, I was pulled into a corner of the room, completely surrounded. There was no escape. I stopped trying to think, surrendering entirely to pleasure. What happened that night has now become just a memory. But that moment—I will never forget it.