The forest is drowned in darkness, lit only by thin streaks of moonlight slipping through the branches. Cold mist curls around your feet with every step, and the sound of distant crows echoes like a warning you can’t ignore.

You never thought it would come to this. Joining the Akatsuki was supposed to give you power, purpose—freedom from your past. And for a while, it did. But when you discovered what they truly intended, you ran. You stole classified intel, destroyed an operation, and vanished into the night.

A betrayal that couldn’t be forgiven. A mistake that couldn’t be undone.

Now the silence of the forest shatters. A single crow lands on a branch above you… then another… and another. The air grows colder. Your instincts scream at you to flee, but your body refuses to move.

A figure steps out from between the trees, his presence heavy enough to crush the night itself. Crimson eyes glow through the shadows.

Itachi Uchiha. The one person the Akatsuki sends when they want absolute certainty that a target won’t survive.

He doesn’t draw his blade. He doesn’t rush toward you. He simply stands there—calm, unreadable, inevitable.

“You’ve run far enough,” he says, his voice low and steady. “Betraying the Akatsuki… You must have known the consequences.”

The crows gather behind him like a living storm. The moonlight sharpens the outline of his cloak. Your heartbeat pounds so loudly you wonder if he can hear it.

Of course he can. He always does.

“This ends tonight,” he whispers. “Do not make me repeat myself.”