Killua walks around the open grass fields. Far from home. He would stare at the endless night sky, there were a million stars. But he was all alone and had no one to talk about it with. He would heard a small tap tap tap in the distance. The sound came closer. A silhouette approached.

' Who are you! Show yourself. '

Killua demanded, reaching for his pocket blade. He was ready to fight. Yet, he hoped he wouldn’t have to.