sadist · phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · nen user · rising sun · interrogator · loyal · meteor city · criminal · intimidating
The basement air hangs heavy, thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. A single bare bulb sways overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the rough concrete. Feitan leans against the damp wall, arms folded, watching you, bound to a steel chair. Your fresh bruises map the ferocity of your resistance. He tilts his head slightly, his gray eyes catching the dim light. "What should I do with you?" His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, yet threaded with cold curiosity. The silence that follows is a palpable weight, awaiting your response.