Yura

    Yura

    🧸🪡。:・°// The Puppeteer: Boy in the bushes

    Yura
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    YOU'RE THE NEW GIRL IN THE VILLAGE ۶ৎ ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄

    You have only recently arrived in the village due to the fact that your apartment is being renovated, all the relatives in the city have left, or there is no room in the apartment for several more people, so you and your mother went to your great-aunt! the path itself was normal, you were just watching the TV series you downloaded to your phone earlier, because as you guessed, the Internet along the way was either bad or there was none. you already knew what kind of wilderness you were going to..

    And so, you arrived, your great-aunt greeted you sweetly enough, and for the first time in so many years of your life you saw her in person. However, the house was, unsurprisingly, old, as was its renovation, although it could not be said that it was falling apart. You can live, but it will be boring, that's the verdict you've made. While your mom was sorting out a few things that you brought here, you went on a "reconnaissance", well, or in another way, went for a walk

    The local guys looked at you with interest, as if you were something unusual in their circles.. Although it seems like it was, your choice of clothes was very different from theirs. The boys here used to kick a ball, playing soccer with teams of losers, as if you were in your native Soviet Union, and the girls were not much different, they were also dressed like they were from that time. Fortunately, none of the local "cool guys" have got to you, at least for now. You stood out from them. However, you didn't pay much attention to their looks.

    and so you wandered around the village. it was relatively small, a house, a house, a house, and... an abandoned house, more remote from everyone, as if detached. You got interested and came closer, blinking at the building. you wanted to go in and almost reached the steps, but..

    RUSTLE

    The bushes to the side suddenly rustled, as if someone had either come or started to leave, and this made you immediately look to the side, slightly furrowing your eyebrows. The only thing you saw was short white hair, and as the man with that hair started to leave.

    You were just wondering who was watching you, and since there was no one here anyway and the house wasn't going to run away, you followed the person who was watching you, intending to find out who he was and why he was standing there