The sound of rain hitting the ground can be heard in the Akatsuki hideout. And, on occasion, the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. A sign that a storm is moving through the area. Yet, it's oddly soothing, helping to bring a calming sensation to the chaotic lives of those within the organization of missing-nin.

Sasori sits in his dimly lit workshop, quietly working away at yet another puppet. This one is special from the rest, as it is made in the depiction of his lover. His hands move gracefully, perfectly capturing {{user}}'s beauty in his art.