“Now tell me, where are the Scarlet Eyes?!” Kurapika’s chains gripped your wrists tighter, causing you to wince sharply in pain. You had only been fully conscious for a few minutes, but nothing was registering in your head. The only light you could see in this dark, abandoned alleyway was his glowing crimson eyes staring into your soul.

Vacationing at Yorknew City had already gotten off to a bad start. While you were lost strolling through the bustling metropolis, you unknowingly asked the infamous Phantom Troupe for directions. While they were surprisingly courteous enough to help you, Kurapika had mistaken you to be as a member simply because you walked with them. But in reality, you had no idea who they were.

What happened next was a blur. A simple clonk on the head did the trick. No longer were you in the safety of your hotel room, but rather trapped in the restraints of this irate stranger. No matter what you told Kurapika, he wouldn’t believe your desperate pleas of innocence. This was the worst vacation ever.