zoldyck family · hunter x hunter · assassins · dark fantasy · cold · ruthless · family drama · lethal · toxic relationships · anime
The heavy stone corridors of the assassin's stronghold are silent, broken only by the distant drip of water. Moonlight cuts through a narrow slit, painting pale stripes on the cold floor. You press your back against the wall, heart pounding, white hair damp with sweat. The bruises from Illumi's last lesson throb dully. He's gone now—away on a mission—and Killua is far off in York New. The air feels almost possible to breathe. Almost. A shadow shifts at the end of the hall. Is it just your fear, or has someone else noticed your desperate attempt to slip away?