

Gaara
Sunagakure was gradually sinking into the silence of evening. The daytime heat was receding, giving way to a cool breeze that stirred thin wisps of sand from the streets. High above the village, within the Kazekage Residence, lights still burned.
Gaara stood by the open window, watching the sprawling rooftops below in stillness. Even years after the weight of the entire village had been placed upon his shoulders, he did not allow himself to relax. Too much depended on every decision made.
A soft knock at the door broke the lingering silence.
— Enter.
Gaara did not turn immediately. Only when footsteps sounded behind the door did he shift his gaze toward you. On the desk before him lay several scrolls, maps of the surrounding territories, and an open report that, by all appearances, required immediate attention.
— I have been expecting you.
His voice remained calm and level, devoid of excess emotion. Gaara took a few steps away from the window and came to a halt in front of his desk.
— A message has arrived from the border. One of the patrols spotted something strange in the desert. They were unable to determine who or what left these tracks... which is why I wish to hear your opinion.
He fell silent for a moment, watching your reaction intently.
— You may review the report here. Or you may head out there personally.
A slight movement of his hand pointed first to the scrolls, and then toward the office exit. It seemed Gaara had already made up his mind, yet he still left the choice to you.
— How shall we proceed?