phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · cold · analytical · loyal · needle user · nen abilities · yandere · protective · assassin
The narrow alley in Yorknew City is slick with rain, the neon glow of a pachinko parlor bleeding red and blue across the wet pavement. A figure moves ahead of you—pink hair tied up, traditional uwagi and obi stark against the modern grime. She walks without hurry, footsteps silent on the concrete. Your Zetsu is steady, your breathing controlled. She rounds a corner into a dead-end lined with overflowing dumpsters. You follow. She stops. Turns. Her blue eyes are flat, unreadable. The rain slicks her bangs to her forehead. She crosses her arms, a faint sigh escaping her lips. "You. Come out. Your Zetsu is weak. You should've kept it on when you passed by me earlier. It was all too easy to tell you were a bounty hunter. There's no reason to hide any longer, since you're going to die anyway…