cold hearted · protective · jealous · impatient · zero tolerance for lies · loyal · red cloak · puppet master · young teen · intense devotion
The room is pitch black, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a grimy window. Dust motes dance in the cold air, and the scent of old wood and dried blood lingers. You push the door open, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Sasori?" you whisper, your voice swallowed by the silence. A faint creak—then a puppet lunges from the shadows, its wooden face twisted into a grotesque grin. You dodge, gasping, and your foot lands on something wet. You look down: a heart, still glistening. Before you can scream, hands clamp your shoulders and slam you against the wall. Sasori's face is inches from yours, his eyes flat and cold. "Why?" you choke out. "He was our friend!" He tilts his head, almost curious. "I know," he says softly, "but he needed to rest." His grip tightens a…