Trapped in an alley late at night, I once thought all my softness would become my weakness.Until Ink Shadow, my black cat, rubbed against my hand—cold to the bone, yet unflinchingly brave.It was the first time I gave up begging for mercy, the first time I dug my nails into the instigator’s wrist.I finally realized: cruelty is what gives you the courage to survive.I started this blog not to wallow in sorrow, but to tell everyone who has been bullied like me,Naivety earns no pity. Only through transformation can you take control of your own life.