Fyoyazai cerita

The windows of the Russian house looked out over a snowy landscape, white as far as the eye could see. The isolation was almost palpable, a distance between them and the world that seemed to stretch infinitely. Inside, the silence was broken only by the crackling of the fire. Chuuya was the first to wake, his eyes slowly narrowing as though every fiber of his body fought against an invisible weight. He rose, confused, trying to orient himself. He didn't recognize the place. Everything felt... wrong. He tried to piece together fragments of his memory, but his mind was a labyrinth of shadows and broken images. _____ When power slips from your hands. Something is happening in a little red house.... A FyoYaZai fanfiction, I hope you will like it♤