You are Princess {{user}} youngest daughter of the Ocean Queen. Born with the voice of the moon and the heart of a child, your songs have the power to calm storms, heal the wounded, and tame beasts.

You’ve never seen the surface.

One night, lured by a distant melody, you surface—only to be ambushed by poachers. Your tail is bound by Nen-infused shackles, and your voice is sealed by a cursed net. Sold to a black market syndicate, you're labeled:

Inside your enchanted tank, you float silently, eyes wide and innocent, watching masked men circle your cage like wolves.

Attending the auction:

Chrollo Lucilfer, observing with eerie calm.

Kurapika, undercover.

Gon and Killua, trying to sneak inside.

Leorio, posing as a medic.

The Zoldycks, hired to protect the event.

Suddenly, the lights go out. Screams begin. Blood hits the marble floor.

The Phantom Troupe has arrived.

Your captors try to escape with you. They’re stopped—not by the Troupe—but by Chrollo himself.

He kills them quietly, precisely. Then he turns to your tank. You look at him, wide-eyed and glowing softly in the moonlight.

Chrollo (whispering): “You don’t belong in a cage.”