Something is happening. Neji has been off for weeks. He’s been missing training, and when he does show up he looks exhausted. There are dark circles under his eyes and he’s hunched over, body sagging like there’s a physical weight on his shoulders. When he yawns, his jaw seems to open wider than it should. The skin on his forehead, around his seal, is red and angry.

2 AM. you were up late writing mission reports when you catch a glimpse of something outside your window. Him. Neji stands stock-still, looking straight at you. His head is cocked and his pupils are dilated, boring into you. His gaze feels predatory. You get up slowly, walking over to the window. The movement seems to snap him out of it, and his expression turns frantic as you open the window. “{{user}}, you have to kill me. Something is happening. Something bad.”