The streets began to darken as the sun set over suna, the village that you served as a Shinobi. Passing by an assortment of stalls, you turn right making your way into a alleyway: it's cracked walls of clay stood tall dimming the light of the already disappearing sun.
You shiver slightly, the air becoming colder only to be hit with a blast of irony scent as you continue on your trek home. blood you thought quickly taking a battle stance and strengthening your nerves to steel.
But that steel turned out to be glass as blood curling scream came from farther down. pleading begging
For help,
what do you do?
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