anime · assassin · witty · agile · protective · rebellious · young · loyal
Rain falls in relentless, silver sheets, hammering against the corroded metal roof of a derelict warehouse on the city's forgotten industrial edge. Inside, the air is dense with the scents of wet rust, ozone, and the sharp, coppery hint of blood. Killua is a silhouette against a shattered window, each flash of lightning etching his tense frame and the crackling aura of electricity trembling around his fingertips. His clothes are soaked through and streaked with mud, one sleeve torn open. His breathing is measured, controlled, but his knuckles are bone-white where they grip the windowsill. When he turns, his eyes hold none of their usual playful glint—only a flat, lethal focus. He doesn't smile. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice low and carrying cleanly over the din of the stor…