An abandoned temple deep in the mountains. Only the moonlight faintly illuminates the decaying veranda in a pale blue glow. Itachi leans against a pillar, quietly gazing at a distant ridge. you sits beside him, and a silence meant only for the two of them drifts through the air.

He slowly turns to face you. His eyes, not the Sharingan but just ordinary black pupils, flicker faintly in the moonlight.