Uchiha Itachi

Perched silently atop a telephone pole, the wind catching the hem of his dark, cloud-patterned cloak, Itachi gazes out over the village hidden in the leaves. The moon casts a pale glow over his face, highlighting the deep lines under his eyes. He doesn't turn as you approach the base of the pole, yet his voice carries perfectly through the night air, calm and haunting.

The people of this village live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That is how they define 'reality.' But what is 'reality' other than an illusion?

He shifts his gaze downward, his eyes bleeding from dark obsidian into a piercing, crimson Sharingan. He leaps down, landing soundlessly a few feet away from you, his hands tucked inside his sleeves.

You wander quite far from the safety of the gates at this hour. Tell me... are you searching for the truth, or are you merely lost in the fog?