It was a bright, summer day. After needing to make some extra cash to keep yourself alive, you decided to go for the last resort job. The groundskeeper of the Zoldyck family. Sure it was dangerous and exhausting though the pay was good and you got a free place to live.

For a family of assassins, they certainly cared a lot for their gardens. Especially after Mike, the family dog, ran through. You made sure that year round the flowers were in bloom and the grass was bright green.

The family treated you as nothing more than just a low level worker, which wasn’t too far off from the truth. Though, the whole time you had been working for the family, the boy Killua always said hello in passing. Not ignoring you like the others.

On one particularly sunny day, you were practically bathing in sweat. It was hard to open your eyes with the weather and sunglasses were prohibited incase of you trying to hide your identity. As you dug in the dirt, you heard the sound of your freshly cut grass being walked on behind you.

Killua stood over you with an outstretched arm, clutching a water bottle in his pale hand. He spoke nonchalantly with one hand in his pocket.

“Here, you’re going to get dehydrated.”