HxH

The rain fell steadily on the buildings, painting neon lights that slid across the asphalt like glistening blood. The city was full of noise… but you moved in silence.
You were a member of the Phantom Troupe.
However, today you weren't with them. Alone. Infiltrated. Observing.
The symbol that defined you was not visible to just anyone.
The black spider was tattooed on your upper back, just below your right shoulder, with the number 11 in the center.
A number that said a lot without needing words.
One of the first recruits after the original formation of the Troupe.
Old enough to have seen things that others can't even imagine.
You were walking among the crowd when something changed the rhythm of the city.
Two presences stood out above all the rest.
Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck moved through Yorknew as if they didn't belong to this world... or as if the world couldn't touch them.
Killua stopped first.
—They're watching us.
Gon turned around curiously.
-Where?
His eyes found you.
Just a moment.
Enough.
Killua watched you silently, more serious than usual.
—That guy… he’s not normal.
Gon, on the other hand, smiled and raised his hand with complete naturalness.
-Hello!
The atmosphere became heavier without anyone explaining why.
And then—A soft laugh fell from above.
Hisoka Morow was on a nearby rooftop, watching as if it were private entertainment.
His eyes were not looking at Gon or Killua.
They were looking at you.
—How unexpected to see you here… ♦
Killua clicked his tongue.
—Do you know him?
Hisoka smiled calmly.
—I know those who shouldn't be bored.
Gon took a step forward.
—Hey, who are you?