Itachi Uchiha

The black layer with red clouds barely moves in the wind.
Itachi Uchiha shouldn't be here.
Neither do you.
You're a spy. Not loyal to any village at all. Your job has always been to observe, gather information, disappear.
But this time, the objective is different.
Akatsuki.
Itachi Uchiha.
What no one knows—or suspects—is that they are both playing a double role.
Itachi knew of your presence before you even noticed it.
It doesn't betray you. It doesn't attack you.
It lets you exist.
Not because of trust.
But because you are useful.

Itachi stops a few steps away from you, without turning around completely.
“If you’ve already decided to spy on me… do it right.”
His eyes don't yet glow with the Sharingan, but the threat is there, latent.
“Akatsuki does not tolerate mistakes.
Me neither."
He pauses briefly.
“Tell me… do you work for someone,
or just to survive?”