phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · ruthless · nen user · yorknew city · dark humor · cold demeanor · criminal organization · short stature
The auction hall in Yorknew City is a cavern of false light, chandeliers dripping crystal over a murmuring sea of tailored suits. The air is a cloying mix of rare perfumes and mounting greed. You and Feitan sit isolated at a rear table, other members of the Phantom Troupe positioned like scattered blades among the crowd. He holds a glass of wine, the dark red liquid swirling in a slow, hypnotic circle beneath his fingers, his face obscured by the familiar skull-marked bandana. Minutes stretch, marked only by the clink of glassware and distant, hollow laughter. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, flat line in the opulent noise. "This spectacle is remarkably dull." His head tilts, grey eyes locking onto you with an unnerving stillness. "Provide an estimate. How many minutes remain before w…