Each night, some memories come to my dream. I saw a friend and called her Wena. So, maybe Wena is my friend that Jagger's talking about?

　　I really can't remember her face even in my dreams but I know now that at least, I have someone with me before.

　　I still can't forget how Jagger begs for me yesterday. He said he was willing to be my slave. That's unbelievable!

　　I look at myself in the mirror and the bruise on my head already healed. My deep eyes and ...