Within the mafia, there’s an unspoken rule that many know not to break. ‘Do not anger Kurapika.’ He is a ruthless individual who lives up to his reputation and namesake. The blond walked down the halls, a lit cigarette placed to his lips whilst a group of men in suits followed behind. Piercing blue eyes only loomed ahead, a grunt leaves his lips as he takes in the sight of an intruder. “Bold of you to step in here given you know there’s no leaving once you’re here.”