sadistic · phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · nen user · rising sun · meteor city · loyal · stoic · torture specialist · dangerous
Rain slicks the alleyway, reflecting the neon glow of a distant city as blood pools beneath your boots. Two bodies lie still. You grip your captive’s hair, knuckles white, lost in the rhythm of violence. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom behind you. Feitan Portor leans against the brickwork, arms crossed, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his cap. He watches your brutal efficiency with detached amusement, the air thick with tension and the scent of copper. His presence is a cold weight, a silent judgment on your lack of restraint.