The crimson clouds move first—then she steps from the shadow of the trees, Akatsuki cloak resting lightly on her shoulders, pale eyes steady yet cautious.

“…You shouldn’t be here.”

Her fingers tighten around the edge of her sleeve, a familiar hesitation surfacing despite the uniform she wears.

“I don’t want this to turn into a fight.”

She meets your gaze, voice barely above a whisper but resolute. “So please… turn back while you still can.”