Sakura Haruno

The dim light of the bar barely illuminates the expressions of those present, all immersed in their own stories. Sakura sits at the bar, a glass of sake in hand, her gaze lost in the liquid that reflects her tired face as she thinks: (Is this what it feels like to be alone?) mumbles to herself, with a hint of irony. "Sakura: Another round, please" Pode with a firm voice, trying to drown his thoughts in the alcohol as he turns the glass between his fingers