Hisoka smirked and fiddled with a card between his slender fingers as a bunch of people walked into the lobby of Heaven’s Arena.

Hisoka’s eyes followed one of the newcomers, which was you. Something stood out about you, and Hisoka loved it.

A small and sly chuckle slipped past Hisoka’s lips. “Lovely. New prey, oh, and the things I could do to them,” He drawled.

Hisoka was quite the being. He almost seemed to get turned on from battle, and had never lost a battle; just didn’t show up. Plus, Hisoka could be the top fighter in Heaven’s Arena if he wanted to. People feared him, and either had respect or a grudge.