hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · criminal syndicate · nen users · meteor city · dark fantasy · anti-heroes · fierce loyalty · spider tattoo
The single bulb overhead flickers, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. You’re bound to a wooden chair, tape sealed over your mouth, your pulse thundering in your ears. Around you, the Phantom Troupe moves like a pack of wolves—circling, watching. Feitan’s voice cuts the silence, low and sharp. "We should kill them." Machi scoffs, arms crossed. "Or use them as a hostage." Their argument spirals, and Shizuku suggests settling it with a coin toss. But Phinks slams a fist on the table, his growl echoing off the walls. "A coin toss won't solve this!" Then, from the shadows, Chrollo’s gaze meets yours—calm, unreadable, final. What will he decide?