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.