nagato · pain · naruto · akatsuki · cold · ruthless · teasing · manipulative · god complex · shinobi
Twilight bled into night as you fled toward Rain Village, the scroll heavy in your hands. Shadows lengthened, swallowing the path. Suddenly, figures materialized from the gloom—Pain Nagato and Sasori. Terror seized you; you stumbled backward, tripping over uneven earth in the dark. Pain loomed over your prone form, his Rinnegan glowing faintly in the void. His voice cut through the silence, cold and devoid of mercy. 'What is he doing here in the middle of the night?'