When he entered, he saw Lauren lying down on the floor like a log of wood.

Near Lauren, there was a dark and dirty man with his pants pulled down. At first glance, it was clear that he was a rough individual.

That dirty man angrily threw a blanket on Lauren's face and bellowed, “Smell that abomination yourself. You are not worthy to even live in a pigsty!"

The dirty man paused for a moment and began to pull up his pants before continuing, "You stink like a rotten corpse. If only I could find another woman, I wouldn't come within a hundred feet of you!

You should try and find out what the hell is wrong with you!"

The dirty man shook his head and began to limp backwards as he muttered, “You damn bitch. Every single square inch of your body is disgusting. I can't believe how disgusting you are. You are nothing more than a ghost..."

Hearing this, Lauren, slightly trembling, turned around to face the dirty man. Hearing Lauren's movements, the dirty man turned back and yelled, “Don't you dare raise that ugly face of yours, you rotten woman! Do you want to scare me to death?"

The moment the accusatory words were hurled, Lauren instinctively bowed her head, trying to make herself smaller as she silently absorbed the barrage of curses and insults.

There was no way she could fight back or try to defend herself, nor did she intend to. This roof over her head was provided by this dirty man who made a Livelihood from scavenging.

It may not seem like much, considering how much she had in the past.

But at the moment, it was a sanctuary to her. Without it, she would have nowhere to stay.

Lauren wanted to get treatment for her ailments, but she didn't have anything except the poor excuse for clothes on her body, and she didn't have any means to get the money.

The scars she carried were not just physical reminders, but also emotional wounds that never seemed to heal and only grew worse with time.

It was only when the dirty man with a limp left and silence reigned in the room for several minutes that Lauren dared to raise her head.

The evidence of her trauma was etched onto her face. One side remained unscathed, while the other bore the horrific marks of severe burns.

The injury was a harsh reminder of the moment she had been abandoned on the side of the road, her face brutally scraped against the unforgiving asphalt when a car accidentally hit her, chunks of skin torn away in the merciless drag. The agony she endured was beyond words, a torment that cleaved through her very soul.

Despite the harrowing torment, Lauren gingerly got back to her feet and tried to ask the car driver for compensation, but the car driver refused and insisted on calling the police and going through the insurance procedures.

Lauren was afraid the police would discover her past wrongdoings and arrest her, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment. That was to flee away.

Since she was unsuccessful in getting money from the driver, her injuries remained untreated. As time passed, the wounds turned into scabs and eventually healed until it became a rugged terrain of scars, hideous and unpleasant to look at.

Lauren had cut ties with her family a while ago, and not long after, she was stripped of her resources and connections. As horrific as the past few days had been, there was nothing she could do to change her fate but to sit in limbo, waiting for death to find her.