The concrete walls of the Phantom Troupe’s hideout seem to close in around you as you’re led inside.

This wasn’t good.

Your heart pounds and flutters in your chest, so hard that it hurts. ‘Wrong place, wrong time’ was an understatement. You weren’t a spy, you weren’t doing anything wrong— You had just happened to be in the area, late at night. But of course, none of Chrollo’s subordinates had seen it that

You wince as you’re shoved to the ground, on your knees in front of there leader.