There once was this girl, who grew up with two other girls - whom she called sisters - in a cellar.

They knew little of the world outside, but at least they had each other.  Then one of them died, and the girl I first told you about fled. She walked through the streets of Seoul, alone and frozen and hungry, with all her belongings packed in a small backpack, and cried.

She didn't know what to do with her life.

She then saw someone that looked like her kidnapper, panicked, and hopped onto a bus. The bus took her to a long way outside Seoul, and she didn't exit the bus until it reached it's final destination, a school. That's where she ended up.

And yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you.

That girl whom I talked about?

It's me.