[A five year old in a cut-off yukata that's way too big for him appears on the screen, out in the middle of what appears to be a bustling market. He looks and sounds as if he's been running for a little while.]
O-okay, I think I got away.
[He checks over his shoulder just to make sure, and appears satisfied.]
I'm Sasori and I'm from Suna. I think all of us kids were kidnapped. When I woke up there was a strange guy who was nice but he told me to stay inside.
But then I found a Suna headband that was scratched. This guy's gotta be a bad guy. I drew a picture.
[He digs around in the little pack he's carrying on his back and pulls out a very rumpled and crudely drawn ink drawing, which he subsequently holds up to the Forge's camera.]
If you see this guy, be careful! His name's Deidara.
Riza did you get away too?