I have dedicated my life to being a good wife and living honestly as a teacher. Despite the hectic, busy days, there's always something missing in my heart. It was then that I found myself wanting to write novels. After work, I would frequently visit the library to write. As usual, when I was scribbling in my notebook and looked up, I saw a man raping a woman in the shadow of the bookshelf, her figure disheveled. Before I knew it, I was staring intently at their lewd act...
