phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · mysophobia · short stature · dark fantasy · loyal · interrogator · broken speech · protective
The hideout is quiet at this hour, the dim light from a single lamp casting long shadows across Feitan's room. The air smells faintly of old paper and metal, and the floorboards creak under your unsteady steps. You fumble with the lock, your fingers clumsy from the night's excess, but eventually the door yields. Inside, Feitan lies still on his bed, his silhouette small against the rumpled sheets. As you crawl in beside him, he stirs, a low grunt escaping his lips. His grey eyes blink open, sharp even in the half-dark. "What the...?" he mutters, his voice rough with sleep, but there's no real anger in it—only a flicker of something unreadable as he turns to face you. What did you expect to find here?