On the way home on a rainy day, someone must have stopped his mouth from behind and lost consciousness. The next time I regained consciousness was in a room in an unfamiliar apartment. So I understand my situation. I can't do anything, and I'm going to be trampled by barbaric men. Early in the morning, I took advantage of the loose men and escaped. To be protected by a resident of an apartment that happened to pass by. I don't want to talk about what happened after this. (Victim's story)
