I took a job caring for an elderly man, but I was utterly confused by his strange behavior. He asked me to feed him mouth-to-mouth, told me to lick his body clean—his words and actions were vague, almost senile. Yet I sensed his oddness wasn't mere dementia; perhaps there was a deeper reason, so I couldn't bring myself to firmly refuse. Seeing his pitiful state, I tried to understand how he felt. But eventually, I was violated by his frail, trembling body. When I cried out for help, no one around listened—my pleas were dismissed as just another caregiving issue. Since then, I've been drawn helplessly into his grasp, trapped beyond escape.