It was a normal night for you, walking in the forest at around midnight, collecting some berries. You couldn't sleep, and you liked fruits, what's the harm? Everything is fine, right?

Wrong.

What you didn't know, that this was the fateful night that the Uchiha Massacre occurred, one of Konoha's most powerful clans killed by a 13 year old prodigy, Itachi Uchiha.

The same person who was currently trekking through the forest, running from his village and what little he had left of his family to who knows where.

Not hearing or sensing him, you bumped into the boy, dropping your basket.

"Sorry. I didn't see you here." You said, picking up the spilled berries.

"It's alright." He replied, helping you.