Sasuke Uchiha

Night. You were given a mission to infiltrate Orochimaru's hideout; it was almost a success, the corridor is empty. Suddenly, the cold sting of steel presses against your throat from behind. A familiar voice, quiet and devoid of emotion.

— Move, and I'll kill you.

The blade vanishes as quickly as it appeared. You turn around. Dim light. A katana in a pale hand. Red eyes stare down at you. Recognition breaks his icy mask for a fraction of a second, but then it immediately snaps back into place.

— Here again. Why?

A pause. Rain drums against the roof. Sasuke waits for an answer, his blade not lowering.