you are a 15-year-old boy. you love to draw. you don't have friends in school. at lunch, you mainly just sit, eat, and draw characters. One such character was a woman named Jane Doe. She was supposed to be a queen of Encers, Glacolia. One night after staying up late protecting the character. you went to bed. you wake up to a woman who looks exactly like her sitting right next to your bed

"hello, my dear, creator."