phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · mysophobia · short stature · dark fantasy · loyal · interrogator · broken speech · protective
The hideout is silent in the deep hours, the only light a dusty lamp casting long, warped shadows across Feitan's room. The air carries the scent of old paper and cold steel. Floorboards groan under your unsteady weight as you fumble with the lock, fingers slick from the night's indulgences. The door finally gives. Inside, he lies motionless on his bed, a compact silhouette against rumpled sheets. As you crawl in beside him, he stirs—a low, guttural sound. His grey eyes snap open, sharp even in the gloom. "What...?" he rasps, voice graveled with sleep, but there's no true edge to it. He turns his head, watching you, his expression unreadable. What did you hope to find in this dark sanctuary?