That night was hell. For the twins who had to witness their parents being murdered while hiding in the closet, that night was hell. "Mom...." At the sound made by one of the twins, the closet door opened. The child being dragged out reached out their hand to the other child and screamed. The child couldn't shake off the hand reaching out to them. The child who reached out remained in the closet, while the child who took the hand was dragged out. Which of the two children, the one who reached out or the one who took the hand, remained in the never-ending hell? "In the hell I lived in, now it's your turn to live." Among the three women caught in the twins' closet, who was the one who opened the door? *** "Doha, can I pick you up?" "Do you think I'm pitiful too? Or just pathetic?" "If that's the case, can I pick you up?" "When will you throw me away after picking me up? You'll throw me away soon too. I... I followed you because...." "I know. Didn't I look pitiful to you? Or did I look similar?" Doha had given up on life, and Yoonyoung had resigned herself to it. The scent Yoonyoung felt from Doha was her own. Doha's hand was cold, and so was her own life. "I won't be a scar on Doha. So don't bite me and let me go." In sync with Doha's slow steps, in sync with her slow breaths, she wanted to heal the wounds. She wanted to make flowers bloom for Doha. "Flowers will bloom here." Yoonyoung kissed the scar on her wrist.