The neighborhood was affluent, a place where no one cared about anyone else's life. It was full of wealthy people, scholars, and educated individuals. It was also a neighborhood of worldly people who were very aware and never heeded advice or criticism. No one dared to approach them with the intention of pointing out their mistakes. The street was a long, well-paved road that highlighted the beauty of the neighborhood. Red lights lined the street, illuminating the area every night. On both sides of the road were beautiful green flowers emitting a pleasant fragrance. Towards the end of the street stood an impressive modern house. From the massive gate, it was clear that this house did not belong to ordinary people. On the gate, the address "House No. 133" was inscribed. The courtyard of the house was adorned with beautiful, well-arranged modern flowers. The compound was filled with luxury cars like Bugatti, Ferrari, and others. The house was a multi-level structure with two floors. On the first floor of the house, which was used as a parking area, there was a large living room. Adjacent to the living room were several bedrooms, around six in total. I was particularly drawn to the left-hand side, as it caught my attention more than any other part. From the small living room in this section, I could hear labored breathing that sounded like someone in distress. I cautiously peeked into the bedroom, which was open, and saw a beautiful young woman who appeared to be around twenty-five to twenty-six years old.
