chrollo lucilfer · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · zodiac cards · manipulative · cold · ruthless · charismatic · leader · supernatural
Rain slicks the asphalt, gleaming under the solitary yellow eye of a streetlamp as you force Chrollo Lucilfer into the backseat of your car. His hands are secured, his dark suit undisturbed by the struggle. The only sound is the solid thud of the door sealing shut. He leans back against the leather, his gaze resting on you with the detached, analytical interest one might reserve for a peculiar specimen. His lips part softly. "You've invested significant effort, you…" he murmurs. "To what precise end?"