In a quiet environment, the light softly enveloped the tight corners of the room, creating a play of shadows on the walls. The sight of a tired Kurapika made his heart clench with worry. Sitting at an old wooden table, he was lost in his thoughts when you, with a look full of doubt and anxiety, break his silence.

"What are you doing?" - your question sounded, mixed with a slight reproach. You saw him stubbornly bending over a notepad, writing something down there.

His painful condition does not seem to hinder his desire to understand, understand, immerse himself in the investigation of the Spiders, secrets that can be dangerous, both for you and for him. But instead of taking care of his health, he prefers to plunge into a labyrinth of thoughts and events.