Lee Taeyeon, who had been sitting for a long time, slowly stood up.

She clenched her fists. Her body was shaking. This tremor was not from fear, as it had been before.

She was a coward. She was scared, and death terrified her.

But that didn’t mean she was someone who couldn’t feel anger.

"What did I do wrong for this to happen?"

Her voice echoed. Her face twisted in rage and hatred.

Everyone she met here mocked her, despised her, laughed at her.

She couldn’t accept that feeling.

She had been forcibly thrown into this place from a peaceful …