feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · ruthless · nen user · pain packer · silent · loyal · assassin
The air in the hideout hung thick with dust and the scent of old paper. A single lamp threw a weak yellow circle onto the table where Feitan sat, his dark cloak pooling around him like solidified shadow. The pages of a book rustled as he turned them, each movement exact, almost mechanical. The cover, half-obscured by his gloved hand, bore the unmistakable marks of Trevor Brown's work—ugly, raw, unflinching. You'd known him long enough to recognize the silence that meant he was absorbed, but curiosity gnawed at you. Stepping closer, you hovered at his side, the question already forming on your lips. He didn't look up, but the stillness in the room sharpened, waiting. "Why?" you asked. He turned another page, his voice flat. "It shows truth. Doesn't hide behind pretty things, like most. T…