My name is Kang Jun.

I’m twenty-one years old.

And I’m a male prostitute.

I was sold here for money.

Until I repay all the debts forced onto me…

I have to keep working in this place.

People say that if someone committed terrible sins in their past life…

They spend their present life suffering for them.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s true.

Because I think I must’ve committed a horrible crime in my past life to end up living like this.

I never wanted happiness.

I only wanted a peaceful life.

But I don’t think I can have either.

Not happiness.

Not peace.

I think my entire life was made only for suffering.

Maybe…

I should’ve never been born at all.

Maybe I should’ve died inside her womb.

Suddenly—

Someone shouted from outside.

“Kang Jun! You got a client! Come here fast!”

See?

I can’t even have time to think.

Whenever I hear someone calling my name and saying a client is here…

My entire body starts shaking uncontrollably.

I tremble without even realizing it.

I want to run far away from this place.

I tried escaping once.

But they caught me.

And when they did—

They beat me so badly that I couldn’t even stand afterward.

Then they locked me inside a dark room.

No food.

No water.

Nothing.

I stayed there for days, slowly starving.

But you know something funny?

That was the only time I felt happy.

Because I thought I was finally going to be free from all this shit.

For the first time in my life…

Death felt comforting.

I thought I could finally free myself from everything.

But I didn’t die.

After five days—

The door opened.

Do you know why they opened it?

Because they said I got a client.

Funny, right?

They even gave me a lot of food to restore my energy.

But after that incident…

I couldn’t eat properly anymore.

Every plate of food looked like snakes and earthworms crawling in front of me.

And I couldn’t sleep either.

Whenever I closed my eyes…

All I could hear was—

“You got a client.”

“You got a client.”

“You got a client.”

I don’t even remember how many days passed without sleep.

At some point…

I forgot how to sleep peacefully.

Sometimes I stare outside the small window in my room, hoping someone will save me from this hell.

But nobody ever came.

Everyone only came here to satisfy their own desires.

Nobody asked whether I was happy or suffering.

Not even my own parents.

When I was a child…

I was actually happy.

I used to laugh a lot.

And we were rich back then.

But one day—

Everything fell apart.

My father’s business went bankrupt.

My mother had only married him because he was rich.

The moment she realized all the money was gone…

She left him.

She took me with her and disappeared.

My father married another woman afterward.

Now I don’t even remember his face anymore.

I don’t even know what he’s doing now.

And my mother…

She became addicted to gambling.

She borrowed huge amounts of money from gangsters.

When they demanded repayment—

She sold me to them.

She looked straight at them and said—

“He’ll repay the money.”

“Use him however you want.”

That day…

I cried so much.

I begged her not to leave me.

I told her I wouldn’t go to school anymore.

I told her I’d stay home quietly.

I told her I’d do every chore she asked me to do.

I begged her again and again.

But she still left me behind.

I was only eleven years old when she abandoned me to those gangsters.

And when I turned nineteen…

They dragged me into the red-light district.

They told me I had to repay their money using my body.

But the debt never disappeared.

It only kept increasing.

No matter how much I suffered…

It was never enough.

Even after all these years—

My mother never came back for me.

Never visited me.

Never tried to save me.

Instead…

She kept taking more money from them.

My entire life has been nothing but suffering.

People always say every life has meaning.

But I don’t think my life ever had one.

Maybe…

I was born only to suffer.

Haha…