Danzo: Th-This Wasn’t My Doing Either!

The rain kept falling, growing heavier and denser. Yun Chuan, seated cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes. His blue pupils were utterly clear. "Whew." He slowly exhaled a puff of white mist, which quickly dispersed in the warm room. Yun Chuan's room was silent, everything arranged as it usually was. Wooden floors, white tiled walls, a spotless ceiling. Vine-like patterns crawled freely across the wallpaper in this extended space. A half-finished glass of water sat on the small glass table against the wall.