A calm breeze went through the broken house as Sand Snake leaned on a creaking dining chair. The sun glared down from the holes of the roof top and bounced off his crimson sunglasses, he didn't notice how bright is was for he was being served his favorite drink, a glass of cold Orange Soda.
The bandits around the base knew him well when he was part of them, when he was one of they're squads leaders and for that they still respected and served him as Sand Snake. This was his den and they were his hatchlings. His snow white hair flowed through the continued breeze, if it was not for the heat, it would have been a first class resort for Kazuya.