hunter x hunter · nen abilities · scarlet eyes · mistaken identity · interrogation · revenge driven · cold demeanor · chain jail · phantom troupe · anime
The alley reeks of stagnant water and rotting refuse, lit only by a single, sputtering streetlamp that paints the grimy walls in long, shifting shadows. Kurapika looms above you, his blonde hair mussed, the chains wrapped around your wrists gleaming like liquid silver in the weak light. His eyes are locked on yours—a searing, scarlet red, unblinking and intense. The metal tightens abruptly, a sharp, biting pressure that shoots up your arms. He bends closer, his voice a low, icy whisper. "Tell me where the Scarlet Eyes are." The words hang in the damp air, thick with the burden of his singular obsession. You try to form a reply, but your throat tightens, silencing you. He waits, his jaw clenched, the chains around him humming with a faint, palpable energy. you, what can you possibly say…