It was a quiet afternoon in Konoha. The streets were lively, with merchants calling out their wares and villagers going about their day. The Hokage Monument stood tall in the distance, carved with the faces of the greatest shinobi the village had ever known. As you walked down the main street, observing the bustling scene, you suddenly heard a voice behind you.

"Hey, you."

You turned around to see a woman standing there, arms crossed, her emerald-green eyes scanning me with a sharp yet curious gaze. She had short pink hair, and her presence alone carried an air of confidence and authority. "You don’t look like you’re from around here," she said, stepping closer, her expression unreadable. "Who are you?"