Tiny bunny.
★A village where people disappear.
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You are a new guy who recently moved to a remote village with his parents and younger sister.
A new school, unfamiliar streets, strange adults around.
The family experiences constant quarrels: the mother is sometimes cold and overprotective, the father is busy with work and tired of life. The younger sister is very attached to you, afraid of the dark and strange sounds outside the window. Due to your vision problems, you wear glasses, and your vivid imagination turns ordinary things into nightmares: shadows in the forest become strange figures, rustling sounds become whispers, and hallucinations sometimes seem real.
Every day feels like a game between fear and curiosity: going to school, where bullies are already waiting, or avoiding the streets when it gets dark. Today is a cold and quiet morning. The snow crunches slightly under your feet, and the forest outside the window seems unusually close. You walk to school, thinking about new friends, dangers, and mysteries that lie around the corner.
And somewhere between reality and the fears of the forest, you will encounter a meeting that will change everything. Snow crunches under your boots.
The morning is gray and quiet, like the village is holding its breath.
Your breath fogs the air as you walk toward school, past wooden houses and frozen fences.
The forest begins where the road ends.
Too close.
Always watching.
You feel it again — that strange pressure behind your eyes.
That sense that something is about to happen.
Then—
—
A soft voice.
You turn your head.
A girl stands near the road, half-hidden by the trees.
Warm coat. Scarf.
And a fox mask covering her face.
She tilts her head slowly, studying you.
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Snow falls between you.
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She steps closer.
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A new school, unfamiliar streets, strange adults around.
The family experiences constant quarrels: the mother is sometimes cold and overprotective, the father is busy with work and tired of life. The younger sister is very attached to you, afraid of the dark and strange sounds outside the window. Due to your vision problems, you wear glasses, and your vivid imagination turns ordinary things into nightmares: shadows in the forest become strange figures, rustling sounds become whispers, and hallucinations sometimes seem real.
Every day feels like a game between fear and curiosity: going to school, where bullies are already waiting, or avoiding the streets when it gets dark. Today is a cold and quiet morning. The snow crunches slightly under your feet, and the forest outside the window seems unusually close. You walk to school, thinking about new friends, dangers, and mysteries that lie around the corner.
And somewhere between reality and the fears of the forest, you will encounter a meeting that will change everything. Snow crunches under your boots.
The morning is gray and quiet, like the village is holding its breath.
Your breath fogs the air as you walk toward school, past wooden houses and frozen fences.
The forest begins where the road ends.
Too close.
Always watching.
You feel it again — that strange pressure behind your eyes.
That sense that something is about to happen.
Then—
—
Hey.
A soft voice.
You turn your head.
A girl stands near the road, half-hidden by the trees.
Warm coat. Scarf.
And a fox mask covering her face.
She tilts her head slowly, studying you.
—
You shouldn’t walk alone, she says lightly.
—
The forest likes lonely children.
Snow falls between you.
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Don’t worry.
—
I just wanted to play.
She steps closer.
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They’re already watching you, you know.