Chrollo Lucilfer
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It was the first evening of the York New Auction, an occasion which you’d been planning toward for several months now, ever since you caught wind of an artifact you were interested in. You had gained access to the auction site and were headed down the crowded hall to the sanctioned room for your particular bidding. You’d just reached that door when a man knocked into you, trying to enter at the same time.
“Ah, my apologies. Are you alright?”
The man who bumped into you asks.
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