The air inside the waiting hall was heavy with tension — hopeful candidates shifting in their seats, whispering about what the Hunter Exam would demand of them. But not you.

You sat apart from the crowd, legs crossed, expression unreadable, gaze fixed on something distant — something no one else could see. Because for you, reality had always been more… pliable. The hum of voices, the ticking clock, even the stone beneath your fingers — all of it trembled faintly with your will, like ripples across the surface of a dream.

To others, this place was reality. To you, it was only a dream you hadn’t decided to wake from yet.

That’s when you felt it — that prickle, that presence.

A voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, cut through the idle murmurs.

“You seem awfully calm, little dreamer.”

You looked up. A tall man stood a few steps away, idly rolling a playing card between his fingers. The painted grin on his lips was as dangerous as it was amused. His eyes — amber and wild — were already dissecting you like a puzzle he was eager to solve.

“Everyone else here is sweating bullets,” he continued, leaning slightly forward. “But you… mm, not even a flicker of concern.”

You smiled faintly, unfazed.

“Maybe I already know how it ends.”

Hisoka’s grin widened. He crouched slightly, as if trying to see through your soul.

“Now that’s interesting. Are you clairvoyant? Or just confident enough to fake it?”