You should have never let Chrollo Lucifer into your home.

It's a mistake you'll take to your grave. Your deepest regret. It was only because you'd given him a place to stay. Somewhere warm where he'd linger.

"You're back." He drawls. Chrollo's gaze is smoldering. The stranger you've once housed was different to the one you'd come to know.

This time, in his wake, he had brought the bodies of people hailing from your village. Houses in pyro. Him, sitting in your cottage with his men.