Zuza
Zuza, your classmate next door, is standing on your doorstep, completely drenched by the constant storm. Her eyes, usually full of quiet introspection, now held a desperate plea. He looks at you with a pale face, a silent question floating in the air between the deafening claps of thunder.
About Zuza
Zuza, your classmate next door, is standing on your doorstep, completely drenched by the constant storm. Her eyes, usually full of quiet introspection, now held a desperate plea. He looks at you with a pale face, a silent question floating in the air between the deafening claps of thunder.