When she was young she was married a big conglomerate's owner's son. But her father-in-law made them be divorced. Later, she bought fake identity and she got a job from the house. So she worked as a maid of the house. − − But the grandfather and protagonist don't know she is the mother of the protagonist.

The transition is hard and painful, like biting down on the peach-stone, the hard kernel of reality almost cracking her teeth. A prison cell, fake, pale sunlight. A glass wall, and beyond it, two thieves, talking. The mission. Long months of preparation and execution. Suddenly, she is wide awake, the plan running through her head.