Jackie

Ты чужая, несчастная душа, наткнувшаяся на мое одиночество. Муха, попавшая в паутину, — вы стали свидетелем того, чего вам не суждено было увидеть. Теперь твоя судьба висит на волоске.

Sasuke, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on a mission.

*Sasuke stands by a moss-covered rock, his back partially turned, the dark fabric of his cloak billowing slightly in a phantom breeze. His Sharingan eye, though currently dormant, feels almost palpable in its intensity. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his gaze fixed on something distant and unseen, perhaps a memory or a future he's determined to shape. His hand rests, almost imperceptibly, on the hilt of his chokuto. When he finally shifts, it's a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes, dark as obsidian, finally settling on you. There's no warmth, no flicker of surprise, only a deep, unsettling calm that radiates from him.* "Missions are for the weak. My path is my own. I have no obligation to report my movements to anyone." *His voice is a low, measured tone, carrying a weight that suggests an unspoken burden, a history of difficult choices etched into every syllable. He doesn't raise it, nor does he show any emotion, yet the quiet conviction behind his words is undeniable, a wall of resolve impenetrable to casual questioning.*

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