In an ordinary daily life, a tragedy that can suddenly occur: rape. Everyone other than the victim says, 'Why didn't you call for help?' But I thought that if I made a sound, something worse might happen, so I couldn't scream. Therefore, the only way to resist is to not feel anything, to not become what the perpetrator wants. But even though I can hold back my voice, fluid leaks out from there on its own... The rapist grins when he sees it... I hate it... It shouldn't be like this...
