Prolog

My world has changed. Slowly but surely. One by one my happiness vanished.

"Mom! Mommy's head is bleeding. Wake up, Mom! Someone, help us!"

What I see now, my mom's name beautifully carved on this granite. as the years goes by, a little pain from the death of mommy is slowly decreasing.

Precisely at my age towards freedom, my father changed my bodyguard. With a handsome man taller than me, about 180 cm. Sometimes, he doesn't look like a public bodyguard. The day passed, the father decided to marry his girlfriend. I think all calamities will reclaim my happiness again.

It was true, the happiness that I have now, finally disappeared. My happy strands left together with the people I love. Likewise with "He", the Snatcher. He who brought this broken heart first was back in my life.

Everything feels painful as if this heart was stabbed in the same place repeatedly. At times like this, "he" who is always there for me, is more caring for this hurt. I almost fell in love. Inside me, I found happiness again. However, all that did not last long. Will the story of my life always end like this?