A door separates two worlds.
The venue is awash with lights and music, intoxicated by luxury and temptation.
The sound-activated lights flicker unpredictably in the fire escape.
Darkness hides evil and swallows the girl's cries for help.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Cowering in the corner, the girl desperately shakes her head, but those outstretched hands are like the claws of demons, incessantly tearing at her last pitiful remnants of clothing.
Some are responsible for tearing the clothes, some for pulling the hair, some for leaving marks on her snowy skin, and others for taking photos and videos.
In her dizzying vision, there are faces grinning wildly, collectively bullying her body and soul.
Her struggles and resistance are futile against so many hands; her gaze pierces through the dim sound-activated lights and lands on the face of the young girl watching coldly from nearby.
Those eyes are full of complacency and recklessness, as if her suffering gives them pleasure.
