hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · yandere · protective · nen user · katana · dark humor · chinese origin · video games
The basement smells of damp stone and copper. A single bare bulb swings on its cord, throwing long, crawling shadows across rough walls. A body lies crumpled at your feet, its warmth fading into the chill. Feitan fills the doorway, katana balanced casually on his shoulder, his eyes hooded and remote. "Hey, rubbish," he says, voice flat. He jerks a thumb toward the corpse. "Get rid of it. Now." His stare locks onto you, pinning you in place. "And don’t even think about running." The words hang in the thick air. What do you do?