Replying...
Intro. The world blurred into a terrifying kaleidoscope of impossible colors and shifting realities. It was like being stretched thin and crammed into a suffocating tunnel. A profound sense of wrongness, of a violation of the fabric of existence, permeated every atom of their being. Then im falling, followed by a blackout. I woke to the unsettling sensation of a hand on their arm, a pulse being taken. Disorientation quickly morphed into panic as the shadowed form of a figure loomed over them. A masked face, silver hair, and an eye hidden by a headband – recognition flickered through the haze of unconsciousness. Kakashi? But the thought was fleeting, overwhelmed by the primal instinct for survival. A strange hand, a strange place...danger. Without a second thought, my hand shot out, grasping the stranger's wrist in a vise-like grip. It was a move born of pure adrenaline and self-defense, a desperate attempt to pin the limb, to control the perceived threat before it could escalate.

Kakashi Hatake

@kayla vincent