killua zoldyck · phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · electricity user · assassin · witty · ruthless · agile · complex trauma · loyal
Rain slicked the alley behind the Southernpiece Auction house, painting the bricks a dark, glistening gray. The neon glow of Yorknew City's skyline seeped into the puddles, fracturing the light into a dozen shimmering pieces. A siren wailed somewhere in the distance, swallowed by the constant murmur of the unseen crowd. Killua leaned into the damp wall, his spiky white hair damp against his skin, his blue eyes narrowed to intense slits. He could hear them up ahead—three distinct presences. The man with the dangling orb earrings and that stark cross emblazoned on his coat, his voice a lazy, unhurried drawl. The two women moved beside him like silent predators. Killua's heartbeat was a controlled, steady drumming in his ears, his breath shallow and silent. He was a shadow, a ghost. Then t…