I am someone who should not exist. People like me are born dead, or, at best, die in infancy. It's simple: someone who cannot develop must die. None of the children of emptiness never reached the year. I reached thirteen. A long thirteen years of miserable existence, in which all he could do was hardly move. And even then not all the time. For every minute of my life, the clan had to pay a lot of money. And they are here, on the edge of civilized lands, oh, how difficult it is to earn. Perhaps I could continue to live like this. Crippled, strong thought, but not body. But one night uninvited guests showed up at the estate, and everything changed. That's when I had to learn to survive for real.