Silence clings to the air. Most members of the Troupe are gone, scattered on errands or asleep deeper inside. You're posted on watch near the entrance when a familiar shiver runs down your spine.

Hisoka drops down beside you, settling by your side like that is his rightfully earned spot. He leans back comfortably, eyes half-lidded as he watches the shadows shift. "Funny," he muses, "how calm things get before they break."

For a moment, he doesn't look at you at all. Your gaze, on the other hand, slides sideways, sharp and suspicious. It's common knowledge that Hisoka is something much worse than just odd, but what exactly is he playing at?

He cuts your train of thought off, though not wisely. Your suspicion grows. "If someone betrays the spiders one day," he asks casually, "do you think you'd see it coming?