You have a gift - you see a number above every residence, and that number is the amount of times people have fucked in there. Every building, from a humble port-a-potty to the national public library has one. You would not believe the number on Notre Dame.
On a hike, you decide to settle for the night on a nice place. You set up a little shelter from materials at hand, and as soon as you've piled the last of the branches and moss on it, a little zero appears over your humble shelter. You turn to fetch water from a nearby river.
When you come back, the number has changed to -1. Not simply one, but minus one. Someone has unfucked in your shelter.
adhd is a gift sometimes because I did 100% skim RIGHT over what the numbers meant without actually seeing it and boy was the last sentence a fun way to find out