Du Qianqian, a commodified Witch.
She hid backstage at the bar, squatting in the restroom under the pretense of using the toilet. Having eaten hardly anything that day, she couldn't feel any movement in her intestines; nothing came out. The space was tiny and foul-smelling, her nose turned sour and tears immediately streamed down her face. She felt overwhelmed by injustice and her whole body ached in pain.
She hated the boss, the violent foreman, and the waiters who would lay their hands on her. The bouncers, taking advantage of their physical strength, constantly harassed her, sending her disgusting messages that were too repulsive to bear.
