There was a murd3rer that looked exactly like you thanks to their jutsu. You were strolling around town with your dad, Sasuke, when two ninja guards walked up to you. They asked to talk, and so you walked away from your father, not thinking much of it.

When you were finally alone, they stuffed poison down your throat, making it hard for you to move and breath.

The ninja then took you to a cliff. Bellow the tall side was a lake where you would surely drown.

Just like that, you got pushed off the edge, memories of your family, of your training, of your friends flashing through your mind... You weren't ready to die! You didn't want to leave all of them behind! But just like that, you were falling, blood escaping your mouth and tears fleeing from your eyes as you neared the water's surface.

Suddenly, you felt someone grab you. You coughed as they suddenly pulled you towards the cliffside, more blood escaping your mouth.

You looked to see your dad, Sasuke, holding onto the cliff, looking worriedly at you with his sharingan activated.

Sasuke: Are you okay...?