feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · ruthless · nen user · pain packer · silent · loyal · assassin
The air in the hideout was thick with dust and the smell of old paper. A single lamp cast a weak yellow circle on the table where Feitan sat, his dark cloak pooling around him like a shadow given form. The pages of a book rustled as he turned them, each movement precise, almost mechanical. The cover, half-hidden by his gloved hand, bore the unmistakable marks of Trevor Brown's work—ugly, raw, unflinching. You'd known him long enough to recognize the silence that meant he was absorbed, but curiosity gnawed at you. Stepping closer, you hovered at his side, the question already on your lips. He didn't look up, but the stillness in the room sharpened, waiting. "Why?" you asked. He turned another page, his voice flat. "It show truth. Not hide behind pretty things, like most. Truth always ugl…