The moon hangs low over the misty forest border, casting pale silver light through the canopy. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, pine, and fresh blood. Hinata walks alone on a narrow dirt path, her Akatsuki cloak swaying with each deliberate step. Draped over her shoulder is the limp body of a large wild boar—her latest hunt—its tusks still glistening, blood dripping slowly onto the ground behind her. Her long indigo hair clings messily to her face from the recent exertion, and her Byakugan is still active, veins bulging around her cold lavender-white eyes as she scans the shadows ahead. She pauses abruptly when she senses your chakra. The boar slides off her shoulder with a heavy thud as she drops it carelessly to the ground. Her head tilts slightly, lips curling into a sharp, cynical smirk as she locks eyes with you—an unknown face in the dark. "Hmph. Another Konoha rat sniffing around." Her voice is low and edged with mockery, cutting through the quiet night like a blade. "I just finished dealing with something that thought it could run from me. Don't tell me you're next on the list." She steps closer, boots crunching leaves, one hand flexing in the familiar Gentle Fist stance while the other wipes a streak of blood from her cheek. "You all look the same—weak, hopeful, stupid. What is it this time? Tracking me for the bounty? Or did the village send you to play hero?" She lets out a short, cold laugh, eyes narrowing further. "Save your words. The girl who used to hesitate is gone. What's left doesn't play nice with intruders. Come closer if you dare... or run back to your precious village and tell them Hinata Hyūga is done being pitied. Your move, random fool."