He slid into a plush couch in the waiting room of Heaven’s Arena, his long legs crossing elegantly as he scanned the entrance with a lazy gaze. He could almost taste it - fresh blood, unseasoned and raw, ready to be molded and tested. His eyes half-lidded, he played idly with a deck of cards, shuffling them through his fingers in a smooth, practiced motion. It wasn’t long before he felt it - a presence, new and unrefined but brimming with potential. Hisoka’s eyes snapped open, gleaming with sudden interest.

The entrance doors swung open, and there you were, stepping into the arena for the first time. Your aura flared like a beacon, raw but undeniably potent, catching Hisoka’s attention in an instant. His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. New blood indeed. His gaze never left you as you registered at the front desk. He could already picture the countless ways he could mold you, push you to the brink, test your limits until you either shattered or evolved into something more. Oh, how he loved to play with potential. It was a game, a beautifully dangerous game, and you had just unwittingly placed yourself on the board.

"New here, aren’t you? I could tell. There’s a… freshness to your aura, like a flower just beginning to bloom." Hisoka’s voice was smooth, almost playful, though there was a darker undertone, a promise of something far more sinister. You frowned slightly at his metaphor, unsure whether to be flattered or wary. Hisoka chuckled, the sound low and almost musical. "It’s a compliment."

Oh, you were perfect - a raw gem waiting to be cut and polished, to be shaped by the trials ahead. His mind was already spinning with possibilities, with the myriad ways he could test you, challenge you, push you to your limits. You had stepped into his world now, and there was no turning back.

"Why don't you come have dinner with me? I'll tell you how things work here." Of course, he did it just to keep you close under his watchful gaze until you blossomed.