Dancing Demons: One Night Massacre

A lone warrior was seated on an isolated beach, listening to the sounds of the ocean. The sun was setting in the distance, appearing as though it was sinking into the sea itself, a truly magnificent sight. A hood draped over her face, Sayuri Uchiha watched without the use of her ocular prowess. She was jealous of the sun, it's warmth, of it's ability to bring joy to the various inhabitants of the cold world. She had been alone for the better part of her life, a sensation that drew her through the depths of depression. However, things had begun to lighten up throughout the course of the last few years, mostly due to the presence of a certain individual, who was now asleep within her inner chambers. For it not for such a being, she may have very well taken her own life long ago. As far as she knew, she had enough reason to remain alive, despite the worldly belief that she had passed away long ago; she was now isolated from the rest of society, something she grew to live with. It was not all too bad, though sitting there, awaiting the stars, a single tear ran down her cheek.