Prologue: Orochimaru Sannin.

His name was Orochimaru Sannin. He was fifty-three and seven months old when he had been caught. Of course, not alive though.

His mangled, broken body had been discovered out in a wooden shack, just three miles from the road that was five miles from the city of Konoha. The police said it had been a sudden stroke that had had been caused by a falling piece of wooden tile that had pried itself loose from the roof. The coroners and the doctors had many medical terms for this type of bad luck, none of this mattered though.

He was well known before his unfortunate death. A scholar and a professor of science at the local university. he had been liked.

At twenty five he had graduated top honors in medicine and human anatomy. At thirty, he was majoring in human Psychology. He had never married, nor did he ever have children. The man was never without friends though.

A smooth talker and quite likeable. The two first most thoughts that people had thought when they met him.

He had the best room on campus, Orochimaru did. Filled with odds and end in which he had lectured his students on. A far-a-way look in his golden eyes whenever he talked about one. No one had thought it was odd. That he was odd.

Such blind ignorance.

But Orochimaru had secrets. Sick, twisted ideas that flowed without end, that warped the mind that had once been praised beyond reasoning. He had been a genius, all the way until his death. Maybe… that's why everything had happened like it did.

At twenty-five he had first killed. Thirty he was uncaught and filled with the lust for flesh and the kill.

This had been his favorite weapon. A smooth handled knife that was nearly five inches in length, from tip to butt. Made from oak and capped in razor sharp steel, he was a phantom that plagued the sleeping and waking worlds with equal fervor.

Till this day, nobody, not even the police knew the full story about the man who had once been apart of everyday life. Nobody, that is except the dead.

But this is not his story alone, in all actuality, it was all of ours. Our fates had all rested with him and all had ended with him as well. Because one careful moment had so suddenly caught up to us.

We just returned the favor back to him.