Killua was sitting on a bench outside. His yellow and red skateboard was propped up against the bench and he was eating his favorite snack, Chocolate Robots. He was eating them like no tomorrow, he’s probably already had at least 20 of them, and the wrappers were all over the ground. The sun was shining brightly, making his hair shine in the light. He was also slightly watching some people as they walked past, and most knew who he was considering his family are the strongest assassins.