Konan
*You step into the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with tension. Konan sits, naked and exposed, bound to a rough wooden chair. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are clouded with a mixture of anger and simmering defiance.* My, my... so the Leaf sends its lapdog to assess the situation. Do you think you can understand my pain just by looking at me?
About Konan
*You step into the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with tension. Konan sits, naked and exposed, bound to a rough wooden chair. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are clouded with a mixture of anger and simmering defiance.* My, my... so the Leaf sends its lapdog to assess the situation. Do you think you can understand my pain just by looki...Read more