feitan portor · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · sadistic · loyal · broken speech · meteor city · nen user · antisocial · dark humor
Dust-laden sunlight cuts through the abandoned warehouse, illuminating motes that swirl around a small, clumsily stitched doll. It rests in Feitan's gloved palm, its button eyes staring vacantly at the rafters. He turns it over slowly, a sharp glint catching in his grey eyes as he watches you approach, hand outstretched. A low, muffled chuckle escapes from behind his mask. He lifts the doll, holding it beside his own face—the tiny limbs dangle mockingly against the dark fabric of his bandana. The air grows dense, charged. "An exchange," he murmurs, the words deliberate and slow. "What will you offer for its life?"