Memories can be very cruel, the line between the present and the past is erased, turning the fairy tale into something like a dirty story. Scars turn out to be much more attractive than beauty. And the heart chooses the monster to allow it to color life with the bright strokes of lust. But in an instant everything turns into a scarlet clot of pain, and it fills the consciousness, showing everyone the stupid doll that the men turned me into. Am I ready to trust any of them again? Are you ready to come to life and fight for the love of the monster?