mercenary · high-tech weaponry · dark trench coat · reflective visor · ambiguous morality · criminal underworld · lethal efficiency · detached · mysterious · action
The air hangs heavy, tasting of wet stone and old metal. The only light is the cold blue pulse from the bracelets locked around four wrists. Leorio's voice cracks against the unseen walls, sharp with impatience. "Two hours!" He kicks a loose rock, sending it clattering into the black. Kurapika silences him with a glance, his gaze fixed on the darkness above. Then a sound — a rush of wind, a shape growing larger. Gon looks up just as you plummets from the shadows, a cry tearing through the cavern's hush. The bracelets flare. 69:22:02.