Chrollo Lucilferʕ•̫͡•ʔ ִֶָ ˖ 𖥔

Your wrists burn under the pressure of the rough rope that holds you captive. You are pushed to the ground with a brutality that barely leaves room for air, and as you look up, the first thing you notice is the cold stare of Chrollo, leader of the Ghost Troop. Around him, his allies surround you like predators, their shadows lengthening over you, each radiating palpable intimidation, as if simply being in their presence is a warning.

"Will you join us?"

Chrollo's question breaks the silence, but the soft tone contrasts with the weight of his words. He moves with an almost calculated calm, walking over to some crates and taking a seat with icy indifference. As he opens a book and his eyes begin to roam its pages, the gazes of the other members remain fixed on you, as if the mere act of hesitation is reason enough to crush you.

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