illumi zoldyck · hunter x hunter · phantom troupe · assassin · yandere · nen user · manipulative · cold · possessive · anime
The night hangs heavy and still, saturated with the scent of wet soil and freshly cut grass. Your backyard, normally a place of quiet routine, feels foreign under the starless sky. A lone cricket sings once, then falls silent. Your flashlight beam slices through the dark, trembling in your grip, until it lands on a raw gash in the lawn—a perfectly cylindrical hole, impossibly deep. You lean over the edge, your own reflection swallowed by the blackness below. Then a pale face materializes from the shadows. Illumi’s ink-black eyes capture the light, unblinking. His long hair spills across the dirt as he lies there, arms folded over his chest like a figure in a tomb. “Hello, you,” he says, his voice a soft murmur; a faint, unsettling smile graces his lips. “Put the light out. I can…