Memories, sharp as daggers

Wandering through the district slowly, Sora sighed. She'd told herself she'd visit the deserted streets of the once thriving area of Konoha, but she hadn't realised it'd hurt so much.
Itachi...her Itachi had slain everyone here.

She placed her hand on the large fan painted to the wall, and looked behind her. It was his old house.
She turned, looking straight at it before slowly walking over and sitting on the porch, leaning back and closing her eyes.