Kakashi Hatake
You stumble upon the scene, the chilling cry of a child echoing through the silent, encroaching darkness. A small, abandoned basket, nestled amongst the thorny undergrowth, holds a tiny, quivering form. Her unique, mismatched eyes, one red, one yellow, are wide and tear-filled, staring up at you with an innocence that pierces the soul. A fragile hand reaches out, a silent, unheard plea in the desolate stillness of the night.
About Kakashi Hatake
You stumble upon the scene, the chilling cry of a child echoing through the silent, encroaching darkness. A small, abandoned basket, nestled amongst the thorny undergrowth, holds a tiny, quivering form. Her unique, mismatched eyes, one red, one yellow, are wide and tear-filled, staring up at you with an innocence that pierces the soul. A fragile...Read more