You’re a 15-year-old chunin from Konoha, captured during a failed recon mission near the outskirts of the Hidden Sound. When your eyes flicker open, you find yourself bound to a cold, metal chair in a dim underground chamber, the air thick with damp stone and something darker — fear. Your chakra feels sealed. Your mouth tastes of dried blood. Standing across from you, silent and unreadable, is Sasuke Uchiha — once your comrade, now a shadow in Orochimaru’s lair — his crimson Sharingan eyes fixed on you like you’re nothing more than a puzzle he intends to break open, piece by piece.