Prologue

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'No.... please stop father! Stop hitting mom, father!' the seven year old Sohee cried trying to hold her father's hand which held a belt. Her mom was on the floor, blood spitting out her mouth.

'Sohee go to your room or else...'

'Taeyong! Stop threatening my child!' The wounded mother yelled at her husband who tried to push the child into her room.

There were more cries surrounding the environment of the house; there always were the cries, the vulgar words. Sohee was born in that house and raised in that house, between the screams and tortures. Those constant fights made her a girl of woods. She never had friends, not that she wanted them. That was Sohee.

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