Yerin stayed in the hospital for two days. She barely spoke to her parents — only quietly said she wanted to go home. They didn’t argue.

When they came to take her, the same woman in the worn-out sweater was on duty at the dorm entrance. Next to her stood the guard — tall, silent, with a cold stare.

Yerin glanced at him — and suddenly her heart tightened. Something about him felt wrong.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the warden said sternly. “It clearly says outsiders aren’t allowed inside.”

Her parents explained they were just escorting their daughter to her room. After a brief pause, the woman allowed them to pass.

That night, Yerin couldn’t sleep. Nightmares tormented her — screams, heavy breathing, someone’s touch. She woke up drenched in cold sweat, trying to steady her breathing, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

The next morning, she didn’t go to college. She sat on the bench near the dorm, staring into nothing.

Suddenly she saw that same guard.

He stepped outside, and two small children — a boy and a girl — ran up to him. Then a woman approached, hugged him, and kissed him.

The world blurred.

Yerin stood up abruptly, nausea rising, and barely made it to the bathroom. She crouched over the toilet, shaking, her stomach twisting violently.

She didn’t want to believe what she was thinking.

But after two days, when the nausea didn’t stop, she went to the pharmacy.

The pregnancy test showed two lines.

The world stopped.

She stood there shaking, unable to breathe. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.