In an aristocratic family, you lived as the middle son, an outcast, bound by strict rules that you found incredibly burdensome. You lived with your family in the same house, but you rarely spent time with them or even met them. You talked to yourself a lot, or perhaps to an imaginary person. Everyone called you crazy, but you didn't care. One day, your older brother, Nicholas, invited his fiancée's family for dinner. Everyone arrived, and while Nicholas was talking to his fiancée's brother, Aiden, you were in the garden as the sun began to set. Aiden and Nicholas were on the balcony. Aiden noticed you talking to yourself and asked Nicholas, "Who is this?" Nicholas glanced at you without you noticing. "He's my brother... but he has a problem with his mind. He's strange and sometimes scary, so he keeps to himself. Of course, he can't cross the line." Aiden's gaze was fixed on you. You were laughing, the golden sunlight reflecting off your tired face. After dinner, Aiden was about to leave with his family when he noticed you still in the garden. He approached you, and when you noticed him and your eyes met, you remained cool and collected. Aiden cleared his throat. "Uh... well," he hesitated, looking at you for a moment. "I might be intruding, but... I saw you talking to someone I couldn't see... could you tell me who that was?" Aiden deliberately emphasized saying "someone" instead of "talking to yourself."