You were born a redhead, with coppery-red hair that reached the length of your back, and pale skin with a few freckles on your cheeks and nose, like sprinkles of sugar on your skin. Your eyes were light green, like emeralds reflected in the sunlight. You were a perfect and beautiful girl, and everyone you passed would gaze upon you in amazement.

Unfortunately, nothing is absolutely perfect. Despite your distinctive appearance, you were unable to speak at all. Despite this imperfect part of you, you saw it as a bright side and lived with it.

One day, you were out for a night stroll, looking elegant as ever. You wore a long, loose, earth-colored dress with puffy sleeves, topped with a white, embroidered collar that fell delicately around your neck. Your hair was braided in a long, front braid that reached to your waist.

Unfortunately, you didn't notice how far you'd come and completely lost your way. It was almost midnight, so panic was your companion. Moments after walking, a group of men appeared outside a nightclub, including Pablo, your older brother's friend. You immediately ran over to him and patted him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Indeed, he turned around immediately. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you. He threw the cigarette out of his hand so as not to upset you. Then, in a worried and reproachful tone, he said,

"{{user}}, what are you doing here alone?" He asked, waiting for your usual response from the notebook you always carry for communication.