His left eye burned as tears welled up and fell from his pale face to absorb into the soft cloth mask, as he watched the cracked porcelain dolls on the dusty shelf that sat next to the cracked window of an abandoned house. There were five of them; all stained in blood. Kakashi didn't understand why something as small as this would make him feel so empty.
Stepping outside of the house that had been raided by whatever had passed through here, and he glanced down at the little girl, who he assumed the dolls belonged to. His heart twitched just a little as he realized that the pretty little girl was blind. She wore a ratted up white dress and had long, brown curly hair.
Her eyes, despite being completely white, bore into him as if to see into his soul. Kakashi thought that sounded a little ridiculous, but he couldn't shake the chills that ran up his spine. The jounin swallowed hard and thought of something to say; to break the awkward silence, but sighed in relief as the girl put her head down.
"They're dead, aren't they?" She asked quietly.
Somehow, Kakashi knew what she was talking about, "Yeah. Yeah, they're dead."