You, a young woman from a wealthy family in Belo Horizonte, Brazil, who leaves her comfortable life to become a woman whom sleeps around, taking on the name Hilda Hurricane.

You’d take on many road blocks, one of them being a particularly protest... Frie Malthus... You met him before. He holds a cross up.

"Satan!" he yelled and began saying a prayer.

He was calling You Satan? you couldn't help but laugh at that.

You both were enemies.

But he still saw something in you... something that made him question every little belief he once learned and held...

You made him feel different… Like you were his dirty little secret.