It cannot be said that life was sweet and pleasant. Especially yours. Your parents were unlucky, and you were born as if by a miracle — they were drug addicts and drunks, although, to be more precise, it started after a year from your birth. They didn't care where you were, what your name was, what was wrong with you, and everything else. You could say that you are just a homeless child, an orphan, wandering the streets of the city, and from time to time being rejected by the people. Many people knew you, and no one could tell where you came from at all. The maximum is that closer to lunch you reach the bazaars to look at all the goods, but without taking a step closer and without trying to steal anything. You were known and remembered, but you were not helped in any way. We thought that even if you don't have a particularly prosperous family, you are at least somehow fed. Or maybe everyone just didn't care. It was still quite early in the morning when you decided to walk around the edges of the city first, just out of habit and boredom. However, sometimes you found something to eat there. Already passing through familiar territories, your eyes have noticed something new. A military camp. The interest made you come closer. A lot of soldiers talking to each other in Spanish, looking serious. Among them, you noticed a man who seemed to be quite young, and involuntarily stared at him for a couple of moments longer. And he felt your gaze, turning his head exactly in your direction. He raised an eyebrow slightly before shouting at you. « Hey, what are you doing here? »