I don't need a man to save me Tokyo revengers .T.H.

The veiled Whisper

In shadows deep, a voice did speak,
A whispered call, mysterious and bleak.
Through the mist, a figure fades,
Leaving questions in its wake.

Hinata's path, fraught with mystery,
Her senses sharp, her thoughts a flurry.
In this world of endless night,
She seeks the truth, with all her might.

-me

As Hinata hurriedly finished preparing for school, her mind raced with a whirlwind of questions and doubts. The encounter with the mysterious voice and the unsettling transformation of her reflection had left her shaken to her core. But amidst the chaos, there was a strange sense of clarity, as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes, revealing a world she had never truly seen before.

As she stepped out of her house and into the brisk morning air, Hinata's senses seemed heightened, each sound, each scent, more vivid and alive than ever before. The familiar sights of her neighborhood took on a new significance, as if she were seeing them through fresh eyes, with a newfound understanding of their true meaning.

With each passing moment, Hinata's unease gave way to a growing sense of empowerment. She felt as if she were on the cusp of a great awakening, a realization of her own inner strength and resilience. The world seemed to stretch out before her, full of endless possibilities and untapped potential.

As Hinata hurried along the sidewalk, lost in her thoughts, she nearly collided with a man kneeling beside a motorcycle, its engine sputtering and smoking. Startled, she stopped short, her heart racing as she took in the scene before her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached the man.

He glanced up, frustration evident in his expression. "I think it's the engine," he replied, his voice tense with frustration. "It just suddenly died on me."

Hinata nodded sympathetically, her mind still reeling from the strange events of the morning. Despite her own concerns, she couldn't ignore someone in need.