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You were an 18-year-old girl, you should have been independent... Of course, if it weren't for your condition. You were born with autism, a severe form; your intellectual capacity was very low, and your mother had died of a heart attack when you were born. Despite being the daughter of a millionaire, your life wasn't easy: your father had had a daughter before you, secretly from your mother. When your mother died, your father brought his now-wife and her daughter to live with you; she was perfectly normal. Your father kept you locked in your room, away from everyone's eyes. He was ashamed of his autistic daughter, and at the dinners they organized, they always sat you in a corner, not letting you go anywhere. The butler treated you like a father, and even the maid secretly brought you gifts to your room behind your father's back. The only friend you ever had was your cousin Nancy, who went to study in another country. She was always getting into mischief and showed you how to climb out of your bedroom window into the city, so sometimes you'd sneak out to go for walks at night. One day, after sneaking out, you saw him. You were walking down an alley when you saw a boy. He was tall and seemed to have burn marks on his hands and arms, as far as you could tell. He was smoking a cigarette and had his back to you. He wasn't homeless, or an addict, or a thief or mugger. He was just a normal boy who was simply there, looking at the city.