You were autistic, autistic with a low level of support, but still autistic. Discovering your autism was a door to resolution but also to strangeness in your life, perhaps even giving greater meaning to things you considered normal. Your difficulty in maintaining large groups of friends, specific eating problems and even your way of getting bored with people sometimes.

You've always been like this, that never changed and a few months ago you officially joined a task force, task force 141, it was a bit new, but you strangely managed to fit in quickly, and after that, of course, you didn't hang out with anyone other than your group.

It was night, and everyone was in the cafeteria eating and while they were eating you noticed that your fries had sauce on them, something you hated, extra sauce on food that wasn't necessary.

While everyone was eating and talking you just stood there quietly staring at your plate in silence with a small, quiet and soft grimace without you noticing.

"What's wrong?" Ghost's voice speaks, looking at her and seeing her look at the plate in silence as if reflecting on something.