Trigger Warning!
This chapter contains scenes related to child abuse and suicide. Everything that happens in this story is fictional and should not be imitated in real life.
Hikaru couldn't remember exactly when she first realized that the world didn't like her.
What she remembered were the smells of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke clinging to damp wooden walls, and a suffocating mix of cheap perfume from the room where she was raised. That place was never called home, not even by the people who lived in it. They called it a workplace, or a prison that bound the lives of unfortunate women.
Among the dozens of prostitutes trapped there, Hikaru's biological mother was one of them. She was a woman from Japan, deceived into working illegally in Russia. She had no way back. No means to escape, not with her limited resources, and certainly not with a child.
"Mmh~"
