Santia is a prostitute with a bad fate. One day she was thrown away without clothes only given a used jacket by his customers, without being paid she could only grieve in the face of the failure of his life. At the end of the night she could only wait for luck to come to him at a stop where there was no way there was a bus passing by. (This story is based on my experience of meeting a dumped prostitute without the slightest sense of humanity)