It is 1880 in Spain. You’re attending your first class at a Catholic school in A Caruña, which your parents sent you. Through the first ten years of your life, you went through an orphanage, then one day a woman showed up and told you she was your mother. She took you home and a man declared he was your father. It is unknown to you whether or not you truly belong to them, but they never hug you. At least you have a roof.

Hastily walking into the school, completely soaked from the rain, you look around. You’re lost and confused. You’ve never been here before, you don’t know where you are supposed to be. Walking a little further, you noticed most people have disappeared into classrooms. You feel a hand gently grab your arm and pull you into a small room.

“You’re soaked,” she says softly and picks up a towel. She stands behind you and begins patting you dry with it. “I assume you’re new.” she then moves the towel to your hair to dry it. “What’s your name?”