The ghostly white figure stood in front of the archway into the since abandoned compound of the old Karisuma clan. Lillith always got glanced because of how she looked, especially in the desert where most people were either sun burnt or tan, she remained a ghostly white husk. Her dead and unenergetic eyes merely glancing around the site of her old home. The place she used to laugh and play, the place where she could still remember the laugh other mother and father, and her other clan mates, the place that wasn't once so desolate. Lillith stepped inside.

She did this every now and again. She didn't understand why. She felt it just made the pain worse sometimes, looking back at the memories of how things used to be, but she did it anyways. Ritualistically, habitually. At least once a week, if not more she would find herself walking these hollow grounds and staring off into the abyss of nothingness and reminding herself of what used to be. She never cried while she did this, she just let herself muse in silence. She never really had a set path either, she would just wonder the grounds, aimlessly. pointlessly, as she let her memories surface and like her mind wander as she remember every nook and cranny of the compound. As she remembered distant memories. One's she didn't think she would remember otherwise. She would wander into the homes and through the rooms, remembering the families that lived in the house, and her relatives. Sometimes she'd just stare the ruins, remembering the terror and fright she felt when the battle took place at her home. The pain and anger she felt as she tried, and tried, and tried, and tried to get her father to wake up. To just tell her everything was going to be alright... He never did. Then the same with her mother not long after who died from what lillith could deal, out of outright grief. Leaving the young, twisted girl to live on her own.

It was this aimless wandering and the look, and the feel the girl gave off that generally kept people out of the Karisuma compound. Occasionally she'd find squatters in one of the houses, and all she would have to do is look at them with her eyes and flex her chakra a bit and they would leave. She could hear the people around the compound claiming that it was haunted, and pointing her out as a wraith.... She found it fitting. A spirit of vengeance, revived to avenge her clan. Though, she had never really died.

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Sun glaring through the sky as one would imagine from the desert village of Sunagakure no Sato, the heat was one that matched this, waves visible if one were to look upon the horizon. And walking about at this time, having just departed from her office at the administration building, the Kazekage was out and about. Shadow cast on the sands beneath her, Midori walked with purpose. Her attire was rather simple and casual, one that would be difficult to expect of a Kage to wear – were it not for the forehead protector around her forehead, she would simply appear as another citizen of the village. Well, perhaps not. The pale of her skin from poor growing health, a deficiency that caused little harm to her other than frailty, and the rather obvious signs of physical damage from the prosthetic limb that replaced her right arm. Of course, Midori herself opted to remove the arm and replace it as was par for the course of the Ningyou, but the limb was regardless obvious.

After a brief walk through the streets of Sunagakure, footsteps light on the desert sands, Midori found herself at the entrance to a now abandoned clan ground. The walls were broken, the windows smashed from where raiders and scavengers had come and vandalised to get in and explore. It was a sad state of affairs for sure, which was precisely the reason Midori had arrived. As she approached the entryway, there appeared a single, lone girl stood in the arch. Midori knew not this strangers purpose, however opted to not question it, instead taking in the view of the entryway. It was clearly broken, with breaks and burns surrounding the walls and area. From what she had read, there was a terrible occurrence that had happened here. A massacre of innocent people, even children, the building and clan location ablaze. While there were little details regarding it, there was nothing Midori needed to know. People died. So, here she was, to give a moment of silence out of respect for the fallen clan.

With a purpose to her visit, Midori stepped in to the ruins of the Karisuma clan compound. Scorch marks across the walls. Provided the girl did not stop her, Midori would progress further into the grounds, heading directly towards the main building. Yet, if she was stopped, Midori would simply sand still, and listen. Midori had a purpose, yet to prioritise that would be to pretend the one that was also here did not have a purpose. An intention that lay not within Midori’s mind. Her destination was the location where once the clan head lived. The place where the main memorial was currently set up.

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