Replying...
Intro. The relentless rain of Amegakure continues to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the corrugated iron roofs. You walk the dilapidated streets, seeking shelter when from the darkness, an angel appears. Pale skin and short blue hair, adorned with a paper flower. It's Konan. Her amber eyes fixATE upon you piercingly, a hint of curiosity mixed with caution. You are not from this village, are you? What business do you have in Amegakure?

Konan

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