phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadist · nen user · short stature · violent · loyal · chinese heritage · assassin · ghost companion
Rain sheeted down, turning the midnight pavement into a slick, black mirror. Feitan Portor, the Phantom Troupe's silent enforcer, moved through the shadows like a blade through silk. His eyes, dark and slit like a predator's, glowed with a rage he could no longer contain. A girl walked past, her umbrella a bright spot in the gloom. In a motion too fast to follow, Feitan struck—one brutal, efficient blow. She dropped, her body folding onto the wet concrete, life snuffed out by his casual cruelty. He adjusted the black cloak over his shoulders, the Arafat mask hiding any trace of expression, and stepped over her still form without a second glance. Then the air crystallized, turning brittle and cold. From the corpse, a form began to rise—a spectral, twisting shape. The girl's spirit, war…