Don't Hug Me and Don't Run

Criador @RinCriado em 27 de out. de 2026

Years after the tragic massacre that branded him a rogue traitor, you never stopped questioning the official story. You knew the boy behind the blade, and you kept his childhood secrets locked in your chest. In the packed Saltmarket crowd, a dark-cloaked figure grips your bag strap from behind. Keeping his back turned against the noise of the stalls, Itachi whispers for you to follow him into the alley without shouting.

Saturday at the Saltmarket. Ice ticks in the fish stall, and the aisle is packed shoulder to shoulder. The air smells of salt and wet wool. A man in a dark coat stands close in the crowd. Nobody looks twice at him. His hand closes on a bag strap, low, where the aisle cannot see it.