You closed your eyes, and steeled yourself.
Being born in Suna instead of Konoha had irked you for a while, but you decided to make the best of the situation. After all, not everyone could get exactly what they wanted.
That was why, in your best clothes and freshly washed hair, you decided to approach the red-haired boy.
"Hi," you said brightly, "do you want to be—"
You screamed as sand quickly crushed you and left you for dead. Another tally mark on Gaara's list of kills.
Were you crazy? Insane? So utterly idiotic that you'd approach a boy who'd killed countless others?
Those were the questions Suna's jounin tried to figure out as they tried to console your wailing grandma.