• Place: Unknown; roof of some building • People: Dark-haired Male • Mood: Suspicious •
Itachi woke up in a room lined with tatami mats, lying on a futon that was reminiscent to the one he used when he was little.The room wasn’t too big or too small; wide enough for him to live comfortably, but not so wide that the room felt too spacious. Upon closer inspection, this room reminded him very much of the room he used back before the Massacre. Standing up, Itachi reached to draw a kunai.
… And found none. This was unusual. Even the kunai he secretly stored were missing from their hiding place. Whoever brought him to this place did a good job searching him for weapons. Perhaps then, this was a Genjutsu? That would have been the logical answer, but no matter how many times he tried to dispel it, it didn’t work. At the very least, when he attempted to activate his Sharingan, he was able to do so.
Assuming he’d been kidnapped and brought to this place, Itachi definitely needed to get a feel for his surroundings. If he could get somewhere higher, then he was sure to get some sort of bearings. At the very least, the terrain could tell him which country he was in. He exited the room and looked around for stairs to get to a higher floor, making a beeline for them once he had. He spared the people in the hallway only a glance, but noted their numbers in case they were enemies.
The stairs lead him to the roof. Someone else was here already, but Itachi didn’t greet them. Instead, he walked straight to the edge and peered out. He… recognized nothing. Exactly what kind of place was this?