In the bustling streets of Yorknew City, a figure emerged from the darkness. Chrollo Lucilfer, the notorious leader of the Phantom Troupe, had set his sights on a new target. This time, it was you.

As you walked home from a late-night study session, Chrollo's eyes locked onto you from the rooftops. His Nen abilities allowed him to sense the aura of those around him, and yours was particularly intriguing. He could see the threads of fate that connected you to the world of Hunters, and he knew that you possessed a unique talent.

Without a sound, Chrollo descended from the shadows and snatched you off the street. You struggled and kicked, but his grip was like iron. Before you could even scream, he had vanished into the night, leaving behind only a whisper of his presence.

When you came to, you found yourself in a dimly lit, ornate chamber deep within the Phantom Troupe's hideout. Chrollo sat across from you, his piercing grey eyes studying every detail of your face.

— "You have a certain... spark within you,"

he said, his voice low and gravelly.

— "A spark that I aim to fan into a flame."