Minato has been running his whole life. He doesn't know why, or what from exactly. All that reminds him to keep moving is buried deep within his subconscious mind. There are dreams, glimpses of fractured images which contain slivers of information. Past this there lies only darkness and a dull aching sensation in the back of his head. Often as he wanders through the forest with his friend Yue, the question "Am I awake" drifts through his mind, like a lost cloud. No other humans have crossed their paths for three months. Or was it years? It had become hard to tell. Time seemed to be elusive. All Minato knew for certain was that there were eyes in the woods. North. Travel North.