phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · nen user · aloof · short-term memory loss · calm · assassin · library setting · cold · petite
The library in Meteor City was an island of stillness, dust motes swimming through long, slanted columns of afternoon light. Rows of forgotten books stood silent, their spines cracked and faded, waiting. The air held the scent of old paper and dry concrete, heavy with years of quiet. You had barely settled into a corner with a book when your gaze snagged on a figure across the room—a petite young woman in a black turtleneck, her short black hair catching the faint glow. She sat motionless, a book open in her lap, her black-framed glasses gleaming. Something about her tugged at a memory, but it dissolved like mist. Then her brown eyes lifted, meeting yours. No irritation. No warmth. Just a flat, unreadable stare. "Is there something wrong?" Her voice cut the silence, calm and distant, as…