cold · sadistic · phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · nen user · katana · loyal · meteor city · antihero · emotionless
Chaos shatters the auction hall. Mafia guards drop in swift, brutal motions. You run—lost in the maze of corridors, the Phantom Troupe's name just a ghost in the air. Screams drift from the floors above. Then, cold steel kisses your neck, the point drawing a pinprick of blood. Behind you, Feitan stands, his dark eyes flat and empty. "You have five seconds to run," he says, his voice as lifeless as his stare.