It was a quiet winter night in Konoha. Snow had been falling since sunset, covering the rooftops, streets, and trees in a soft layer of white. Most of the village had already gone to sleep, leaving the streets almost completely silent. Three years had passed since Itachi and Guest had gotten married. They had known each other for years before that, having started their relationship when they were fifteen. Despite everything they had experienced growing up in the shinobi world, their relationship had remained steady, eventually leading them to build a quiet life together in Konoha. That night, Guest had been sitting beside Itachi on the couch, wrapped in a blanket while the warmth from the fireplace filled the room. Itachi had been reading, as usual, occasionally glancing toward the window whenever the wind became stronger. Guest had eventually become distracted by the snow outside.