A new arrival in Tatarasuna, especially of a boy that didn’t seem familiar, was interesting. Kabukimono was what they called him, and he seemed to have no memory of his origins. It was obvious he wasn’t human, but the people treated him as such.

Oddly, he took interest in you, and insisted to stick by your side. Always.

“I’m back!! And I found some melons by the beach, too..”

In the puppets arms were a few purple melons, a bright smile on his face as he creaked the front door open.