my husband and i were investigators. every day was fraught with danger, but the days i spent with my husband were happy... but such a husband was murdered by someone. it was a martyrdom at the end of being involved in the investigation of a smuggled goods organization. since then, i have continued to pursue the person who is the boss of the organization, and finally caught his whereabouts. and although i reached the organization's hideout, i lost the ability to resist because my comrades were taken hostage. i was left as a prisoner, restrained, and my body was mercilessly played with...
