Sasori opened his eyes and found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He didn't remember walking in, so he figured he must have fallen asleep in the carriage on the way. The air around him was cold, and he thought he heard a continuous pattering of rain outside. He heard a door open and close. Sasori sat up and found he was alone in a large square room on what appeared to be an operating table. 'That someone' must be alerting another person he was awake. While he waited he observed his surroundings further; wooden benches lined the walls of the room except for where the door was and he noticed various tool laying neatly on one bench on his left.
The door opened again and two people walked in. The first man he did not recognise, the second he recognised from one of his grandmother's dolls - Lord Orochimaru. Sasori was about to announce he knew the latter, but was interrupted by two other people entering the room with a third person groaning on a moving table.
The first person was a woman with short deep blue hair and the other was a dark skinned man who seemed to prefer keeping his face covered. The trolley was lined up near his own bench where Sasori gained a better view of the person. He was another boy, as young as himself, except his hair was jet black and straight. The boy's skin was also awfully pale. He wore a black crop top, black pants and a headband on his forehead signifying he was a full-fledged ninja. The boy was gagged and blindfolded with what appeared to be only small squares of paper. Bandages were wrapped around his torso to try and ease a large flesh wound in his side. He was panting as if he had been running a long way and sweat beads dotted his pale skin.
"Let us hurry." A deep voice spoke. It was from the first man that had entered the room. He had short spiky orange hair and what appeared to be piercings on his nose and ears. He radiated command. The woman placed a tag on the pale boy's chest. The boy seemed to quickly figure out he could no longer move anything below his neck and started to panic. Sasori gasped in horror hoping they wouldn't do that to him.
"Oops, he didn't need to see that." The sly voice of Orochimaru spoke. "Put him to sleep, Konan." The woman known as Konan seemed to remember Sasori was in the room and positioned her hand to face him. Sasori clenched his eyes shut in fear that the same fate awaited him. But once the paper hit him he very quickly succumbed to the darkness of sleep. The last thing Sasori remembered was the agonizing screams of the other boy as a kunai dug into his chest.