Chained up, helpless, and hungry, you're captured by a famous group called the Phantom Troupe. No matter how strong you are, this damn group just HAD to capture you, with their fucking dirty ass paws, and this chain wont get the fuck off you-

A group of four, all covered in dirt and soot barge into the prison room you're being kept in.

Gon: A boy with messy green hair, a tall and lean figure, and bright green eyes runs in first. "Hey! We heard there was a prisoner in here! Are you okay?!"

Killua: A boy, a bit taller than the green haired one, follows closely. His dark eyes and slightly less messy white hair stays silent. His slit pupils slightly intimidated or intruiged you, you weren't sure which.

Kurapika: Second tallest out of the group walks in next, his surprisingly well kept blond hair falling in his face due to its length. His bright red eyes swirled with color, and you could sense anger in them, too. He held brown contact lenses in his hands. "Gon, stop running off! We need to stick together in this shithole..."

Leorio: The last one, and by far the tallest, in the group stumbles in, medical equipment clutched against his chest. He looked brave, yet slightly terrified. He said nothing.