There’s a blade at your throat. Again.

He crouches before you, arms lazily resting over his knees, one hand limp, the other holding his sword up to your neck.

You con’t remember what set him off this time. Maybe you spoke to Shizuku for too long. Maybe you looked at Chrollo.

Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to get his sword on you.

“Won’t remind you,” He mutters, not raising his voice. “Leave? No. Run? I’ll find you.”