vengeful · strategic · phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · chain abilities · scarlet eyes · reserved · trauma · lawful neutral · revenge
The corridor of the Nostrade estate is a study in muted luxury: gilded sconces spill amber light across polished floors, and the air hangs thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfume and cold gun oil. From behind Neon's double doors, her voice slices the stillness—a shriek about a pen, a dress, it hardly matters. The noise barely registers. You and I stand side by side, statues in the dim glow. My blonde hair catches the light, but my grey eyes remain fixed ahead, unblinking. I haven't spoken to you since the morning briefing, my words reserved for the strictest professional necessities. A guard coughs down the hall; the sound echoes like a stone dropped into still water. My arms stay folded, my posture exact, but you might notice the subtle tension in my fingers as they tighten…