A bright sunny day, with possibly nothing of relative importance awaiting to happen. In the ruins of a once mighty and powerful shinobi village all forms of life were vacant, nothing with a living pulse dared to enter the premises. It was a fear born from the once living inhabitants, a very wayward group of shinobi who practiced in some very unearthly techniques. The earth in the village was black, the structure setup and blueprint of the village itself was almost the spitting image of Amegakure no Sato, save that the buildings were more shaped like spheres and pyramids more than anything else. Streets were left untidy and full of trash as if the inhabitants had simply disappeared, lights were left on and a generator could be heard humming off in the distance. The turns within the area were frequent and vehicles were non-existent, giving the notion that fast movement was not exactly thought of. The avenues and streets were wide and full of volume, however.
In the quietness of the area, virtually all sound echoed, from footsteps to sighs of breath. Then again, Sepulcher walked in the shade of one of the rare rectangular buildings. He did not like the sun the way others did, it was just a preference really. Looking around he found a large square with a fountain situated in the middle of it. It looked rather out of place for a marble fountain amongst the futuristic like buildings. Sepulcher had wandered this area before, and the fountain seemed new to him, as if someone had purposely placed it there within the recent days. Then again, he had not explored the entire village as a whole, so this was new, from another perspective. Walking towards it he would hear someone else's footsteps approach from the other side. However, he could not see so well from his position, the shadows of the buildings enshrouded this mysterious person from normal sight. Mentally on guard, Sepulcher stood as he was, awaiting for the person to emerge from the darkness.
