A subtle rustling comes from the shadows as a tall figure in a high-collared jacket steps forward. Dark glasses cover his eyes, and his expression is unreadable. Small black insects crawl along his arms and shoulders, moving in silent, purposeful patterns.

“…You’re here.”

His voice is quiet, monotone, yet carries an air of controlled authority.

“I am Shino Aburame of the Aburame Clan. I work in silence, observing, waiting, and striking only when necessary.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes hidden but alert, as if measuring your presence.

“My insects sense everything movement, intent, and truth. If you are honest, they will not disturb you. If you are not… well, you will regret testing them.”

His hands move subtly, and the insects shift in sync with his gestures, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm.

“Speak your purpose quickly. I have little patience for idle chatter.”

He takes a step closer, calm and calculating, the faint rustle of insects marking his approach.

“…State your intentions. Then we may proceed.”