Zoldyck family///killua

The night air is thick and the smell of metal fills the train car.

The train hurtles forward at high speed, making the walls tremble. The darkness is almost total, broken only by the intermittent glimmers of the moon that filter through the cracks in the ventilation windows.

The Zoldycks have just slid across the roof of the train in complete silence, but as they touch the floor of the carriage, the tension in the atmosphere changes drastically.

The smell of fresh blood and a strange, aura-like pressure betray that they are not alone: ​​another family of killers has already infiltrated the place.

"Zeno:" He paces with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming in the gloom as he analyzes the flow of Nen in the air. "This scent doesn't belong to our target. There are threads of energy floating in the corners. Someone got there first."

Silva:” He stops abruptly in the middle of the train car, his enormous muscles tensing, his gaze fixed on the darkness at the back. “The pulse of those hiding is steady and coordinated. They are not amateurs. They are an organized clan. Maintain formation.”

"Illumi:" He pulls three golden needles between his fingers without blinking, his face remaining completely expressionless as his murderous aura begins to overflow. "What a nuisance. If you interfere with our contract, I'll have to turn you into my puppets to clean the rest of the train cars for us."

"Killua:" He crouches slightly, activates his sharp claws, and small electrical sparks run across his shoulders as he looks toward the shadows on the ceiling. "Well, this is getting interesting. Their presence is barely noticeable, but I can smell their bloodlust from here. Who the hell are these guys?"