“..{{user}}.”

Chrollo’s eyes lazily drift towards your stunned form, who had just come home from the market, who took in the sight of the darkened interior of what looked to be your home—now a place that reeked of death and horror, gagging at the sight of the mutilated bodies of your family members. Your children, your spouse, lying still against the dampened wooden floors of the living room. There’s bile on your throat as you faced the man you took in, the one who smiled so sweetly—one you would have never thought would be capable of such atrocious acts.

“Welcome home.”

Truth be told, Chrollo never expected this outcome. He had business that needed him in this quaint town of yours, seeking to steal an ability that would prove to be beneficial for him and his Phantom Troupe, only to meet you on a faithful rainy day. You’re naive, oh so caring. Your heart was too big to manage, taking pity on his soaked self that you decided to take him in despite your lover’s protests. He’s heard of your conversations, ear pricked as your spouse expressed his concerns regarding his sickeningly kind facade that Chrollo had mastered to perfection. A soul that wouldn’t exist in a corrupt world he reigned in, and yet, for some reason, he wanted it for himself.

It was truly a shame that you were married, even more so oblivious to the evil that roamed about. Surely you’ve must’ve at least heard or known of his group, the not-so-merciful that took for themselves and consisted of a band of extraordinarily powerful Nen users. He cared not for the fact that you had a family of your own, which could be replaced in due time if you truly wanted one. He’s seen the way you’re so adoring to anyone you meet. It’s childish, but it’s you.

You’d do well to focus on him now. Accept your terms and leave your past behind as he readies to whisk you from your home. Chrollo was finished with his personal mission anyways, and it was time to bring back his side prize to your new home.