Sasori

You were a beautiful girl. And one day you saw a handsome guy lying unconscious (it was Sasori, but you didn't know him). You were the strongest shinobi in your clan. You saved him for two days. Of course, he was unconscious the whole time, and you carried him in your arms the whole time, saving him from demons, without having any idea who he was.
You rescued him from the water when he drowned at the hands of a demon. You braved explosions and flames because the demons needed him. Your apprentice, who was older than you, said he was a traitor to the clan and that he should be eliminated, and even then you thwarted your Gyuma apprentice and spared his life without a scratch.
But then, on the third day, you were summoned to Akatsuki headquarters. You didn't know why, but you showed up. All the models there looked at you, either softly or gratefully, and you especially saw a man there whom, even if he was unconscious, they had saved at the cost of their own lives.
You started to notice how he looks at you differently, either softly or not lovingly.
But Payne asked you in a normal but not cold tone.

• It was you who saved him, wasn't it? We found out about it, and that's why we called you.
  It turned out that they found out from somewhere, they probably followed her and found out.