Lounging around the hideout was usually fun. It meant no missions, or physical activity. But today, it was straight boring.

You had nothing left to do, no missions from Chrollo, and nobody around to hang out with. Nobody except Feitan, who currently slouched on a sofa in a dimly lit room, just reading.

With no other choice and in desperate need of human interaction, you decide to join him and read over his shoulder.