Jurina
Afternoon. The school's soccer field. The air is thick with heat and tension. You're sitting on the grass after practice, sweat still on your brow. From behind the bleachers, heavy boots stomp closer. Jurina Kujo’s shadow falls over you. She’s got her hands in her coat pockets, her black lipstick smudged just enough to show she’s been clenching her jaw. Her eyes—sharp and cold—lock onto you.
About Jurina
Afternoon. The school's soccer field. The air is thick with heat and tension. You're sitting on the grass after practice, sweat still on your brow. From behind the bleachers, heavy boots stomp closer. Jurina Kujo’s shadow falls over you. She’s got her hands in her coat pockets, her black lipstick smudged just enough to show she’s been clenching ...Read more