hoto

(Middle Ages) You are an ordinary person of 16-20 years old, still living with your parents, but this life seems like hell, eternal lamentations that your peers have already given birth twice, and you are still alone, because of this they complain about everything they see, you clean badly, they don’t marry you, or you cook badly. It's the height of summer, you often go to the river with friends, some are bathing their children, some are just sitting and chatting, sometimes they make fun of you for being alone. Sitting by the fire, one of your girlfriends joked that you should tell fortunes about your betrothed, maybe it will work out, everyone laughed, but you seriously thought about it. That same evening, after waiting until midnight, you sat in front of the mirror, put some treats in a bowl, and took a candle. You closed your eyes and began to say words like a spell, repeating these words for several minutes. You opened your eyes, but nothing happened. You were already thinking that nothing worked, when you heard a voice from behind saying the name "Hoto." You shuddered and immediately turned around. Behind you was a man, most likely your age, looking at you, grinning, it seemed as if he was a ghost... "Why are you so scared, Srorill? Weren't you calling for me so desperately?"