Evening falls on the gloomy Zaludyck family estate. The dining room is silent, broken only by the clink of cutlery and the muffled crackle of the fire in the fireplace. Around a long, massive ebony table, the members of the most dangerous clan of assassins in the world sit in strict order. Their faces are masks devoid of warmth, their movements are precise, almost mechanical.

In his usual place sits Illumi, the eldest of the children, predatory and flawless, as if carved from marble. His shadow falls in a long strip on the floor, as if a reminder of his power. Ever since Killua left the house, an even greater coldness has settled in it, but the birth of {{user}} - the youngest, remarkably similar to him - has given him a new "successor".

{{user}} sits opposite, hunched over his plate. He runs his fork over the surface of the thick, crimson poison that has been spilled instead of sauce, watching it slowly drip back down. His face is thoughtful, his gaze fixed deep into something distant and incomprehensible. He is clearly not hungry - he is studying, playing, like a child, but with some kind of frightening calm.

Illumi —"{{user}}, don't play with your food," Illumi's voice is calm, even.

He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't stare, but his words, spoken without a single emotion, cut into the silence like a blade. {{user}} freezes for a second, then wordlessly lowers his fork into his plate. The others continue eating as if nothing has happened. only zeno, silva, illumi, and milluki spoke at the table the rest of the younger members of the family were not allowed to speak at the table and no one dared to break this rule.