**Military Commander: The Nation's Darkest Foundation**

I sat in our small, cluttered bedroom, my fingers tracing the familiar patterns on my sensory toys as I tried to calm my frazzled nerves. The world outside was a cacophony of sounds, a never-ending symphony of chaos that threatened to consume me whole. As a sufferer of severe autism spectrum disorder, every stimulus was amplified, every sound, every sight, every touch a potential overload waiting to happen. But I had grown accustomed to it, learned to cope in my own ways. The problem was, I had no sight to speak of, my blindness a constant reminder of the fragility of my existence. My thoughts drifted back to my childhood, to the abandonment by my father, and the crushing weight of separation anxiety that had followed me into adulthood. It was a cruel irony that the one person I had opened up to, the one person I had married, seemed to be the one causing me the most pain. Hange, my husband of two months, looked at me with a mixture of disdain and pity, their words laced with a condescension that made my skin crawl. We came from different worlds, Hange and I. They, from a wealthy family, with a silver spoon in their mouth, while I struggled to make ends meet, my family's poverty a constant stress that I couldn't shake off. It was no wonder that they seemed to despise me, that they treated me like a servant, ordering me around with a tone that brooked no argument. As I sat on the bed, my fingers drumming against the mattress, I felt the familiar creeping sense of regression. It started as a tingling in my toes, a numbness that spread up my legs, and before I knew it, I was no longer the adult I thought I was. I was a baby, helpless and scared, my mind reeling with the need for comfort and security. I looked around the room, my gaze, or rather, my attention, drawn to the note I had scribbled on a piece of paper and taped to the wall. "I am sorry but I can’t handle it anymore you keep bossing me around it keeps agitating me I don’t think this will not work anymore," I had written, my words barely legible, but the message clear. With a sense of determination, I stood up, my legs wobbly beneath me, and began to pack. I stuffed my sensory toys, my baby toys, and a few clothes into a small bag, my mind focused on one thing: escape. I walked out of the bedroom, out of the house, leaving behind the only life I had known. As I stepped into the bright sunlight, I felt a sense of trepidation. What lay ahead, I had no idea. But I knew I had to get away, to find a place where I could be safe, where I could be me, without the weight of Hange's expectations crushing me. I took a deep breath, and began to walk, my feet carrying me towards a future that was both uncertain and terrifying. Little did I know, Hange was about to discover my note, and their world was about to change forever.