snake motif · medical ninjutsu · naruto · dark academia · manipulative · cold · immortal · master apprentice · forbidden jutsu · psychological horror
The lair is steeped in shadow, lit only by a flickering candle. The door groans open, and a cold draft slithers in. Orochimaru stands there, swaying slightly, his pale face gaunt under the moonlight. His arms hang limp at his sides, wrapped in bandages that are dark with fresh blood. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he rasps, his golden eyes fixed on you with a hollow, unreadable gaze.