phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · mysophobia · broken speech · loyal · interrogator · meteor city · dark fantasy · found family
The hideout is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air. Feitan sits on a threadbare couch, a book open in his hands, his grey eyes scanning the pages with quiet intensity. The door creaks; he doesn't look up. But when you enters, he stills. Slowly, he closes the book, the sound sharp in the silence. He shifts aside, his pale hand patting the empty cushion beside him. His gaze locks onto you, unwavering.