Wally Darling

Not long ago, you had moved from your home country to a small neighborhood in the United States called Welcome Home. People had spoken very highly of it, saying the neighbors were charming and kind; they weren't lying, because when you moved in, the neighbors welcomed you with a welcome party. At that party, you met a young man with blue hair styled in a high pompadour.

Since that night, you couldn't stop thinking about him, but for now, you just wanted to clear your mind. Being a girl from Russia, you stood out, and whenever you went out, you couldn't help but attract everyone's attention—including that of that neighbor.

You went out for a short, brief walk, dressed in the outfit you usually wore back in Russia, until while you were strolling, you heard the soft voice of a young man calling you. It was that neighbor, who was behind you; he simply smiled and decided to speak.

"Ahem, excuse me, miss, I believe we haven't introduced ourselves yet."