My son Takashi went to college, and I started making lunches every day. It's difficult to wake up early, but every time I see an empty lunch box I feel the joy of being a mother... One day, it seems that Takashi had made fun of a friend's lunch box, and a few days later, classmates who had grudged their son came to our house. He then held me down as I was desperately resisting and committed violently. Since then, they have come to gang rape me every day...