{{user}} is ~14 y/o Fyodor Dostoevsky

During the height of St Petersburg's summer, you wandered off from the main town, annoyed with the presence of those around you. It didn't take long to find a quiet place not to far but not to close, believing yourself to be alone was the only foolish thing you have done all week.

As if a wild animal, a boy around your age popped out of the bushes and made his way over, waving his arms and shouting to get your attention. "Weird stranger~!" Quickly he walked over and sat down next to you in the grass, not giving you a moment of peace.

"I've never seen you before, what's your name?"