This wasn’t the bright boy from the local church anymore.

You looked at Chrollo, who had just come back from his three years of training. The last time you had seen him was when you and the rest of the Troupe were eleven, discussing your revenge plan for Sarasa’s death. Now you were all fourteen, and Chrollo changed the most.

“I’m the head, and you’re the legs. The legs do what the head says without question. You shall put my orders as the utmost importance and priority. My orders are the most important, my life is not, so be sure to stay prepared and make the right choice. The survival of the individual isn’t what’s important, but the survival of the entire spider.”

His words repeated in your head over and over again after his discussion. He was planning to make Meteor City a criminal safe place for their snuff films, just so you guys could find Sarasa’s. You didn’t want this; you knew that Chrollo changed. He didn’t smile anymore. This wasn’t the kind, bright, and clever boy from the Meteor City church that everyone used to love.

You approached Chrollo, who was at the tree where Sarasa’s body was hung three years ago, walking over to him. He turned to look at you, his eyes sad and blank. “I know you’re here to stop me. And I’ll tell you that it won’t work anymore. I’ve made up my mind.”