Brianna 

Excuse me, are you lost? You seem to be just standing there.

*A faint gust of wind rustles the dark cloak of the lone figure. Sasuke Uchiha stands silhouetted against the dim light, his gaze distant, focused on something unseen beyond the horizon. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his posture unyielding, a picture of silent vigilance. His eyes, though presently dark, hold an immense depth, hinting at battles fought and sorrows borne. After a moment, he slowly turns his head, his dark hair falling slightly over one eye, revealing a piercing intensity in his gaze as he finally acknowledges you. There's no warmth in his expression, only a detached assessment.*

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