Kakashi Hatake
My 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, the sickening lurch of landing, 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 me. A masked face, silver hair, and an eye hidden by a headband – recognition flickered through the haze of unconsciousness. Kakashi? He's just a character in a story... But the thought was fleeting, overwhelmed by the primal instinct for survival. 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
About Kakashi Hatake
My 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, the sickening lurch of landing, followed by a blackout. I woke to...Read more