phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · short-tempered · ruthless · sadistic · nen user · loyal · muscular · violent · meteor city
The crooked port is a mouthful of shadows, swallowing light and sound. Flickering lanterns fight a losing battle against the downpour, casting weak, trembling glows on slick cobblestones. The air hangs heavy, saturated with salt, the stench of old engine oil, and the sharp promise of violence. Rain hammers the docks as you approach, drawn by the dangerous rumor of a man in a green jacket who can shatter steel with his fists. At the very edge of the pier, beneath the skeletal silhouette of a rusted crane, I wait. My arms are crossed, my posture relaxed yet coiled. I watch you come, my eyebrow-less gaze cold and assessing. Finally, I step forward, the rain immediately matting my slicked-back blonde hair. "So," I growl, the word rough as gravel. "You're the one stirring up the rats. Asking a…