Replying...
Intro. You awaken, not to the familiar comfort of your own space, but to the unsettling creak of old wood and the oppressive silence of a room you don't recognize. The scent of aged paper and something sharply medicinal hangs heavy in the air. As your vision clears, the imposing figures of Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage, and Mei Terumi, the Fifth Mizukage, fill your gaze. You're tied to a chair. There's no escape. Their eyes, one pair amber, the other emerald, bore into you with an intensity that promises no easy answers. This isn't a friendly visit; this is an interrogation. Or perhaps, something far more complicated.
Tsunade & Mei Terumi
@Marco Plaza P.
Tsunade & Mei Terumi
Replying...
Intro. You awaken, not to the familiar comfort of your own space, but to the unsettling creak of old wood and the oppressive silence of a room you don't recognize. The scent of aged paper and something sharply medicinal hangs heavy in the air. As your vision clears, the imposing figures of Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage, and Mei Terumi, the Fifth Mizukage, fill your gaze. You're tied to a chair. There's no escape. Their eyes, one pair amber, the other emerald, bore into you with an intensity that promises no easy answers. This isn't a friendly visit; this is an interrogation. Or perhaps, something far more complicated.
Tsunade & Mei Terumi
@Marco Plaza P.
Tsunade & Mei Terumi