The moon shone dimly through the thick canopy of leaves above, casting shadows and eerie light among the large branches and soft grasses bellow. A subtle breeze carrying warm summer air and a voice humming softly. Suddenly a scream sounds, cutting through the sleepy environment, a man cowering against the trunk of a large tree, a shinobi, a missing Nin. The missing Nin clutches his head, covering his ears as if to escape the music, "Come to me, oh come thy to me, taste my madness and sleep" a feminine voice like satin flows over him from a small distance, causing his head to jerk up. Not ten feet from him on a branch far above his head in the tree opposite to the one he cowers against. A woman stands in the moonlight, her face cast in shadows but the silver pupil less eyes gleaming visibly, the black rings inside the silver moving, shrinking then reappearing at the outer edges, a never ending cycle. But this was no sharingan, it couldn't be, the woman couldn't be a Uchiha. Her silver thigh length braided hair was proof of that. "Who are you" the man asks shakily. The woman's song ends abruptly as she giggles softly stepping further into the light. Her pale skin, like snow, glowing in the moonlight, surprising him with the anbu blackops uniform and silver and black fox mask with large eyes leaving the eyes beneath the mask visable. An anbu tattoo in black on her bare bicep bellow the kanji for pain also tattooed but with red ink. Her slim figure illuminated by the moonlight and defined by her form fitting anbu uniform. "Such silly questions, asking a person in a mask who they are" she says silkily. Giggles shaking her body slightly, causing the coiled chain in her right hand to chink gently drawing his attention. A coiled chain with a blade at one end and a ring at the other. He was confused. Why did she have a katana strapped to her thigh if she favored the chain? "my weapon preference changes accordingly, I like variety" she says quietly with that silky voice, giving slack to the coiled chain and allowing it to hang slightly before whipping it back then forward with impossibly graceful movements, then everything went black and the man was no more.