Prologue
I was alone.
I always was alone, but… that day it was different. When you feld how it is to have someone around you, you don't want to be alone anymore. I was the same, even tough I was like seven or eight years old, I understood the meaning of the word 'alone'.
I walked to the man, who was looking at me.
'Can I stil…' I wispherd.
'If you want to,' was all he said, looking in my eyes.
I never answerd his question.
I only nudded.
I walked with them, that day. No one say the book I had hidden in my arms, flat as a manga. It wasn't strange for a Japanese girl to have a manga.
