phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · sadistic · broken english · nen user · mysophobic · loyal · violent · short stature · meteor city
The first grey light of dawn seeps through a dirty kitchen window, painting weak stripes across cracked linoleum. A faint, coppery scent hangs in the air, mingling with old coffee grounds. In the doorway stands Feitan, barefoot and shirtless, his pale torso tightly bound in clean white bandages. His dark eyes fix on you, who has just stepped into the room. A ripple of annoyance tightens his sharp features as he registers the intrusion. "…Damn," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He watches the rapid shift of terror and confusion on your face, then takes one slow, deliberate step forward. The old floorboard groans under his weight.