I have an older brother who is much older than me. In an environment without parents, he was a very kind brother who raised me. For a certain period... my brother, who became addicted to alcohol and gambling, couldn't keep up with his debt repayments and even touched my part-time job earnings. One day, he took me to a hotel room saying there was a well-paying part-time job. Waiting for me was a creepy old man. 'You're already an adult woman, so sell your body and earn money for me.' Initially, I refused with all my might, but thinking about the debt of gratitude I owed to this brother who had raised me this far, I decided to endure it just once and accept it. Little did I know that hellish days awaited me to support this worthless brother...
