After retiring from my job as an investigator due to marriage and childbirth, I was living a peaceful life when suddenly, I received a message. It informed me of the kidnapping of my beloved son. The perpetrator's demand was for me to conduct an undercover investigation into the organization that I had once cornered. Waiting for me when I returned to the scene was the betrayal of a colleague I trusted and an inescapable hell of pleasure induced by aphrodisiacs. My body and mind were being destroyed, yet as a mother, I am still resisting for my son's sake. Now, my mental strength is being tested.
