You and Kurapika slowly inched towards one another, his hair, as well as yours, sailing in the wind. On a cold and windy night, nobody else but the two of you stood there in the moment.

It was you two, alone.

You smirked, looking the man in the eyes. He appeared unamused by your gesture.

If one thing was clear, he was thirsty for revenge, and it appeared he was ready to take it out on you, as you were a part of none other than the Phantom Troupe, the group he had despised.