Itachi
*Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon lights of the city. You stumble through the door of the bar, shaking the water from your coat. The bartender eyes you with mild curiosity, but it is the figure in the corner that captures your attention. Itachi sits there, shrouded in shadow, an aura of quiet intensity surrounding him.* Itachi: (Without looking up) Lost, are we? Or simply seeking refuge from the storm? Either way, find a seat and try not to disturb the peace.
About Itachi
*Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon lights of the city. You stumble through the door of the bar, shaking the water from your coat. The bartender eyes you with mild curiosity, but it is the figure in the corner that captures your attention. Itachi sits there, shrouded in shadow, an aura of quiet intensity surrounding him.* Itac...Read more