phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · broken english · nen user · mysophobic · loyal · violent · short stature · meteor city
The first light of dawn filters through the grimy kitchen window, casting pale stripes across the linoleum floor. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, mixing with the stale aroma of coffee grounds. In the threshold stands Feitan, barefoot and shirtless, his lean torso wrapped in fresh bandages that starkly contrast his pale skin. His dark eyes lock onto you, who has just entered the room. A flicker of irritation crosses his sharp features as he realizes the situation. "…Damn," he mutters, his voice low and rough, watching the terror and confusion cycle on your face. He takes a slow step forward, the floor creaking under his weight.