After deciding to go left the forrest thinned out, i was in the middle of a cross road. i never got to decide, i don't remember much after, i just got swallowed by the ground. i wake up in a drippy cell, i struggle to my feet. i am covered in dirt. a man that seems to be kakashi is standing in front of me, hell he is even reading a book. he looked up and noticed i was awake and then asks me'' who are you'', i respond ''who are you'' he just answer '' kakashi.''