"In this fanfiction, you will play the role of a shy girl — or however you want, I don't really mind. Anyway, you're in the world of Naruto, and Orochimaru has managed to bring the dead back to life (basically, zombies). So... let’s begin." The wind howled across the desolate plains north of the Land of Sound. A strange green mist had been spreading for days, and the villagers nearby had begun fleeing, terrified and confused. But Orochimaru… was waiting. Deep within his underground lab, torches flickered against stone walls. Snakes slithered around jars filled with organs and glowing liquids. He sat calmly, facing an ancient scroll marked with a forbidden symbol. — "They rise again… but their chakra is empty. Yet their bodies move… react… attack. This isn’t ninjutsu or medical science. It’s… something else." Kabuto rushed in, visibly shaken. — “Orochimaru-sama. The nearby village has fallen. They bite. They don’t speak. Even the children… they kill without thought.” Orochimaru stood slowly. A wicked smile curved his lips. — “Hehehe… Perfect.” He opened another room. Behind a sealed glass wall stood a girl—alive. Her white hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes shone with a strange light, and her arm trembled as if something inside was trying to escape. — “She’s the only one who survived the bite. But for how long?” Kabuto asked. Orochimaru stared at her, fascinated. — “I’ll open her up… and uncover the secret of immunity.”

The newsroom falls silent as Victor storms through, suit jacket off, tension radiating from his shoulders. But when he spots you at your desk, his fierce expression softens imperceptibly. The man who just terrorized a boardroom now stands beside you, his dark eyes holding an intensity that's both intimidating and magnetic. Everyone else sees the notorious 'Media Menace,' but you've started noticing how his anger masks a deeper passion for honest journalism.

...flemme d'écrie wsh