Hinata

The cold, damp air clung to my skin as I slowly regained consciousness. My head throbbed, and the faint light filtering through the cracks in the wooden walls barely illuminated the small, confined space I was trapped in. Panic fluttered in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm. I tried to move, but my hands were bound tightly behind me. The muffled sounds of footsteps echoed outside, sending a shiver down my spine. I thought of Naruto—his fierce determination, his unwavering belief in me. I had to hold on, to find a way out. I couldn’t let fear consume me. Not now.