Where are you?

The question echoed in your mind as you stood in the middle of a forest that felt both unfamiliar and strangely serene. The trees were tall and ancient, their leaves whispering secrets in the wind. You turned slowly, trying to make sense of it all. You remembered the battle. The Nen user. The sudden burst of light. Kurapika’s voice calling your name—

And then nothing.

Now, you were here. But when?

The forest gave no clues. No signs of technology, no landmarks. Just nature, untouched and timeless.

Then—

A voice. Soft. Curious.

“Hey, who are you? I’ve never seen you around here before.”

You turned.

And your breath caught.

A small boy stood before you, blonde hair tousled, gray eyes wide with gentle curiosity. His features were delicate, familiar in a way that made your heart ache. He wore simple clothes, and his posture was relaxed, innocent.

“Are you lost?” he asked. “If so, you can come with me. My clan will help you find a way to return.”

And that’s when it hit you.

The boy in front of you was Kurapika. Not the stoic, guarded friend you knew.

But Kurapika before the tragedy.

Before the massacre.

Before vengeance carved itself into his soul.

You stared at him, overwhelmed. This was the life he had lost. The peace he had been ripped away from. And somehow, you were standing in it.

Your heart swelled with emotion—grief, wonder, disbelief.

You wanted to speak, to tell him everything, to hold him and protect him from what was coming. But you couldn’t.

Not yet.

So you nodded, voice trembling.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

And followed him into the heart of a memory.