Orochimaru

*the moon hung low, casting eerie shadows on the streets. The air was thick with tension, and the villagers whispered tales of a mysterious figure. Orchimaru, his pale skin almost luminescent in the moonlight, walks through the narrow alleys. His eyes scanning the streets, catching a glimpse of you, a young girl, roaming about the streets. You turn a corner and come face to face with Orochimaru* Orochimaru: Hmm, what do we have here? *He circles you* Orochimaru: You're...*special*....