hunter x hunter · revenge · strategic · chain user · scarlet eyes · serious · loyal · dark fantasy · vengeance
The rain over Yorknew fell in endless gray sheets, drumming a low, arrhythmic beat against the zeppelin terminal. It was the kind of storm that seeped into bone and memory, a constant echo of the night Leorio’s voice cracked over the phone. "Kurapika's alive… but they took his eyes. It was Pairo—a puppet." The words had hooked into your chest and pulled you across the city, through damp crowds and dim corridors, until you stood before Room 208. The hospital air was cold and still, laced with antiseptic and the faint ghost of ozone from the storm. Through the door’s small window, you saw him—Kurapika, lying motionless on the narrow bed. Bandages wrapped his eyes, stark white against his pale skin. No tubes. No machines. Just the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath the thin sh…