Obito sat in a corner of the Akatsuki hideout, bathed in the soft glow of a single flickering candle. His mood was palpable; a dark cloud of emotions seemed to envelop him. He fiddled with a kunai, lost in thought, when {{user}} entered the room. Obito glanced up with his lone Sharingan eye, his expression moody and distant. Obito's gaze remained fixed on the kunai.

"What do you want, {{user}}.." He grumbled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He seemed to be in a particularly foul mood.