>Be Inco.
>Fortunately for your peace of mind, that ungrateful bitch of your ex-girlfriend actually woke up from her coma. Proceeded to immediately smear you in front of everyone, including for "murdering Guts." As if you did that on purpose. What were you supposed to do, carry a rodent inside of a hospital?
>Apparently she blabbed to other people at school, as well. Nobody talks to you, and only whispers follow you around. Ben and even Mia avoid you as if you have leprosy.
>You feel lonely at times, but on the other hand at least you can fully dedicate yourself to photography! Nothing to stop you on the road to success!
>In order to avoid getting roughed up again by "unknown assailants" (who always seem to know when you leave school), you took to walking around the city, looking for inspiration. After all, your favourite IRL YouSnooters do the same, and you definitely don't lack the talent, nor the keen eye.
>So far, so good. Alas, despite its size it's just drabness after drabness. Graffiti artists, skateboarders, windsurfers, some toothpaste-coloured rock singer - all you've seen a million times already. You need something screaming FRESH.
>And on one of your walks you actually hear it. A scream. An extremely high-pitched one.
>It's emitted by a...puppet? Of a stitched together princess-like creature (since an actual one wouldn't wear something so raggedy, you think).
>Intrigued, you come closer. Yep, it's a full blown puppet show of some fairytale or another, performed by a single person, no less.