It's called No One. It's genderless. It's been here since the early teen years, quiet, emotionless, not wanting to be noticed. It's the mask that we all hid behind when we were abused for those first 18 years at home, school, and life. It does it's job and protects us because if we spoke up back then, then the eyes of wrath would gaze upon us as sitting targets and we'd get beat. By staying under the radar, we had a chance of not getting noticed and hit by either or both parents that day.

I've been trying for years to figure it out. I finally did the smart thing after all these years and asked it it's name. It spoke. It's up front when none of us other alters want to be there. We mostly come out for doing things, but when we're alone, we get bored and it comes out.

I thought I'd introduce No One because it's been the toughest, bravest, greatest, alter that has ever lived in our world. It's most adored. Thanks No One.