One day, I noticed that my son had no money left in his wallet, and I saw him handing out sweets to his seniors. Thinking that he was being mugged, I brought him home and reported him to the school, but it turned out that my son had been giving the sweets to the seniors of his own volition. The seniors, who had been suspended for two weeks due to my misunderstanding, were furious and attacked me. No matter how many times I apologized, they would never forgive me, and from that day on, my days of being gang-raped began...