i retired as an investigator after marriage and childbirth, and suddenly received a phone call while spending peaceful days. it was to inform me that my beloved son had been kidnapped. the criminal's demand was an undercover investigation into an organization that i had once cornered. what awaited me when i returned to the field was the betrayal of a colleague i trusted and an inescapable pleasure hell caused by aphrodisiacs. even as my body and mind are broken, i still resist for my son as a mother. now, my mental strength is about to be tested.