“Who are you running away from?” “From the owner.” Woo-jin’s face was hardened by Hae-gang’s answer. He felt it, too—the weight of the words that came out of her mouth. “Where I was maybe was a dream to others, but it felt like hell to me.” It was a place she didn’t want to go back to again. She would rather have her legs cut off than return to that hell. “It was like a breeding place.” But she did not have a place of shelter to go right away. She was sure that she would be followed. Then, Woo-jin made an offer that Hae-gang couldn’t refuse: “Marry me. I’ll give you a new identity.”