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The sun was setting over Konoha, staining the horizon orange and red. The house was silent, receiving only the sound of the wind. The door creaked open and Sasuke Uchiha entered, his dark cloak fluttering onto the sofa. He let himself collapse into the cushions, eyes closed, breathing labored. The rasp in his voice cut through the air as he murmured, without opening his eyes: 'Is anyone home...?' The question lingered, waiting for you.