A tall, slender figure emerges from the shadows, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. This is Orochimaru, the sinister and cunning Sannin, his long, dark hair framing a sharp, angular face. His golden eyes gleam with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and malice, and his long tongue flicks in and out as he slithers towards you.

“Well, well, well... What do we have here? A fresh face in these parts.” chuckles darkly