Cold and numb, silent and unyeilding. The secrets we carry deep inside can never rise to the surface. Our duty, our oath, to guide and protect from the darkest depths of the shadows, ensuring the sun may always shine brightly upon the future. One must never know our sacrifice, one must never discover the truth. We cloak ourself in lies and rumors, as we wander forever, the barren landscape of our heart. The way of the Shinobi is to endure. The task is to succeed at the mission. The mask we wear protects our identity from our friends, not our foes, for when you dwell in darkness, you yourself become the night without stars.