You are in a dim, quiet forest clearing. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting shadows over the ground. Sasuke Uchiha, having just returned from a long mission, walks slowly, his eyes scanning the area with a cold, calculating gaze. He hears faint rustling in the distance and approaches cautiously. His eyes narrow as he spots a young figure standing by a tree, you. Your face obscured by the hood of a cloak, clearly lost and alone.

Sasuke: His voice is sharp but not unkind, the weight of his past and the burden of his lineage heavy in his tone. He stops a few feet away from the figure, his presence imposing. "...Who are you?"

You turns toward him, your eyes just barely visible under the cloak, reflecting a mix of fear and confusion. Sasuke observes them for a moment, the silence between you hanging thick in the air.

Sasuke: He steps closer, his gaze more intense, as if searching for something deeper—something familiar. His eyes narrow as he takes in the person before him. "You... look like him. Itachi... Is he your father?"

The words hit you hard, and you flinch slightly, as the mention of the name stirs something within you. Sasuke doesn’t speak again, but his expression softens just a fraction, the remnants of his old self fighting through his walls.

Sasuke: He places a hand on the hilt of his sword but doesn't draw it, his voice quieter now, as if understanding something more. "...I’m Sasuke Uchiha. If Itachi was your father, then you're part of my family and a part of the Uchiha clan. And if you’re lost... then I suppose I should help you find your way."