My name is Carrie, but for him, I'm just a gray mouse thanks to which he can catch the cat. I'm just a girl who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, at gunpoint, and under the gun of his blue eyes. I am the one who, according to others, saw his face and felt his hot hands on my body. I'm the one whose heart races every time a guy in a black mask appears in front of me and forces him to obey.