Chapter 1
Is there any snake that dies from its own venom?
Something that seems impossible… is happening, right within its own “home.”
A human… slowly dying from the poison they created themselves.
How terrifying.
It is like a strange kind of toxin, silently corroding innocence and self-respect… turning a person into someone lost, sinking deep into the cold ocean floor.
From a diligent, talented little girl… she is gradually worn away day by day by fabricated stories — like layers of some grotesque slime, clinging to her and devouring her soul in the most merciless way.
The story begins with…
“Oe… oe… oe…”
A rosy, fair-skinned baby girl let out her first cries on February 7th, 2013, born into a family that, though poor, gave her complete and genuine love.
From the very moment she was born, those around her never held back their compliments: fair skin, long legs, a delicate face — beautiful enough to make anyone admire.
She grew up surrounded by such praise.
Since she was little, everyone said she was very well-behaved. She rarely cried, ate and then slept, quiet in a way that felt almost unusual… as if she had never asked anything from the world.
That very “obedience” people longed for… would later become the beginning of her tragedies.
Not long after her birth, the seemingly peaceful life of the little girl began to turn in an entirely different direction…
Her mother — the person she loved most — after enduring the pain of childbirth, returned home without a single day of peace.
Her mother dragged along a body that had not yet recovered, still having to cook, work, and serve her husband’s family. Supposedly, they had come to take care of a new mother… but in truth, it was nothing more than endless errands, harsh scolding, and cold glances — as if she had never just gone through the pain between life and death, as if she had never belonged to this family at all.
It hurt… she was exhausted… but she remained silent.
Just once, she softly asked for help buying breakfast.
Her husband’s younger sister — along with her mother-in-law — not only refused but lashed out with cruel insults, without the slightest bit of mercy.
At that moment… perhaps she understood that this place had never truly been her home.
From then on, a quiet fear began to grow inside her.
That younger sister even forced her to sell all of her wedding gold — the most precious keepsake she had cherished — to give her money for school. Not only that, she acted superior, mocking her with words like “pretending to be rich”… each sentence light as air, yet cutting deep into the heart.
Her mother was in pain… but she could not speak.
She could only swallow everything inside, just as she always had.
She worked so hard…
And her father — the one who should have been her support — used money to buy things for another woman.
Perhaps… he cannot be entirely blamed.
Since childhood, he had lacked many things: affection, money, care.
Then, as he grew up, he met a woman who brought him meals every day, listened to him, and cried while telling her own misfortunes… two people so similar, it was as if they saw themselves reflected in each other.
In the face of such vast emptiness within…
just a little warmth… was enough to make someone weak.
But…
some moments of weakness…
become the beginning of another kind of pain.
And what about Mom, Dad?
Why didn’t you ever think about her?
