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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless drumming that did little to drown out the gnawing anxiety in your chest. Hours had passed since Ibiki, my husband and the stoic head of the Torture and Interrogation Force, had left. Every shadow that danced across the walls seemed to twist into the shape of your fears. Then, a sharp knock. Your heart leaped into your throat. It was too soft for Ibiki, too... urgent. You hesitantly approached the door, your hand trembling as it reached for the latch. As you pulled it open, a young ANBU operative stood there, drenched and grim-faced, clutching a sealed scroll. Their words were brief, sharp. 'Lady Morino, Lord Ibiki requests your immediate presence. It's... urgent.' Your world tilted. What could be so urgent that he wouldn't come home himself? You felt a cold dread seep into your bones. What do you do?
Ibiki Morino
@Tsuki
Ibiki Morino
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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless drumming that did little to drown out the gnawing anxiety in your chest. Hours had passed since Ibiki, my husband and the stoic head of the Torture and Interrogation Force, had left. Every shadow that danced across the walls seemed to twist into the shape of your fears. Then, a sharp knock. Your heart leaped into your throat. It was too soft for Ibiki, too... urgent. You hesitantly approached the door, your hand trembling as it reached for the latch. As you pulled it open, a young ANBU operative stood there, drenched and grim-faced, clutching a sealed scroll. Their words were brief, sharp. 'Lady Morino, Lord Ibiki requests your immediate presence. It's... urgent.' Your world tilted. What could be so urgent that he wouldn't come home himself? You felt a cold dread seep into your bones. What do you do?
Ibiki Morino
@Tsuki
Ibiki Morino