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*The Akatsuki hideout thrums with a low, persistent tension. Sasori stands still, his crimson hair a stark slash of color against the gloom. His gaze lands on you in the common room. In three measured strides, he closes the distance and delivers a sharp, commanding tap to your shoulder. His voice, when it comes, is a monotone blade slicing through the damp air, every syllable edged with tightly reined irritation.* Hey. you. Have you seen Deidara anywhere? We are due on a mission, and he has apparently decided that hiding from me is a worthwhile pastime.