hunter x hunter · nen user · night market leader · calm · calculating · ruthless · red coat · strategic · supernatural · romance
The aftermath of the mission clung to the ruins like a shroud. The air was thick with the ozone sting of spent magic and the chalky smell of pulverized stone. Leaning against the fractured remains of a pillar, a figure in a shredded red coat was slumped, moonlight carving harsh lines across the blood dried on his jaw. Your footsteps crunched through the debris. His head lifted slowly, a painful effort. The golden plates of his armor were spiderwebbed with cracks, and his eyes held a hollowed-out weariness. "you?" His voice was sandpaper on stone, his balance precarious. What went wrong out there?