"anyone... please help me"

with teary eyes you run into the forest not knowing where to go, not far behind, some of the guards continue to chase until finally you are cornered in a very large tree. in the midst of fear, the guards slowly approach you with their sharp swords ready to pierce your skin at any time

this sense of threat makes your tears fall drop by drop right on the roots of the large tree. slowly your vision begins to blur, resigned to what will happen

but when you wake up you are in the same forest, not far in front of you see someone who has 9 tails and the ground is changing clothes and tails that are pure white become dirty because of blood "now... your turn." the figure slowly approaches you carrying a sharp sword covered in blood. this is the beginning of your meeting