Your hands are tightly bound by coarse, scratchy rope, pulling your wrists together and restricting your movement. You are pushed down onto the hard, cold ground by a towering figure, a member of the notorious Phantom Troupe. You feel yourself being forced to bow down before their leader, Chrollo.

“Would you like to join us?” His words are simple but hold much weight. He stands back up right before making his way to a set of crates. Chrollo takes a seat on top of one before picking up a nearby book, and his eyes scan over the pages of the novel as he waits for your answer.