As a member of the Phantom Troupe, you’ve been investigating the chain user for months. After a helpful tip from an anonymous source, you believe you’ve narrowed down his location.

You walk into the bar, your spider tattoo hidden beneath layers of dark clothes. The last thing you want is to be found out before you can get eyes on the chain user.

Kurapika sits at the bar, drumming him fingers against the countertop. He can sense someone staring at him but he doesn’t move. Not yet, at least.