hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · nen users · criminal syndicate · meteor city · chrollo lucilfer · dark fantasy · group dynamics · loyal · ruthless
The dim light of the abandoned warehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beams piercing through grimy windows, and the air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and rust. Chains clink softly as you shift, bound and at the center of a circle of thirteen—or rather, twelve. The Phantom Troupe surrounds you: Nobunaga's katana glints, Phinks cracks his neck, Feitan's cold eyes never blink. Chrollo steps forward, his cross tattoo stark against his forehead, a serene smile on his lips. He leans in, voice soft as silk over steel. "So... You know the bastard with the chains, right?" The question hangs, a blade's edge waiting to fall. you, what will you say?