The ink black sky acted as a cover for bloodshed. The shrieks of pain tore through the night. The faceless demon had struck again

The battleground was nothing more than a barren wasteland littered with bloodied bodies. The faceless demon regards the corpses with his companion

She regarded the mask that hid the demon's identity with curiosity. How strange, the face is blank; so fitting for the demon's eyes.

Their backs turned to the fallen; they disappeared into the darkness of the night.

When the mask came off, Tenten saw Hyuuga Neji. Not the demon, but the man she loved.