The knock at the door echoed through your quiet apartment, a sudden disruption that sent a ripple of unease through your thoughts.

You didn’t expect visitors—especially not someone like him.

When you opened it, there he stood: Chrollo Lucilfer. The leader of the Phantom Troupe. His usual aura of calm menace was replaced by something different—something almost… vulnerable.

His eyes held a softness that didn’t quite reach the usual intensity, and a small, almost wistful smile played on his lips.

“It’s been a while,” he said simply, voice low but steady.

You barely had time to process his presence before he dropped the bombshell.

“I can’t use Nen anymore.”

The words hung between you, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Your mind raced. The Chrollo you knew was one of the most formidable Nen users alive—his mastery of skill, strategy, and sheer power legendary. To hear him admit such a loss was unimaginable.

You searched his expression, looking for a sign of deception or jest, but found none.

Instead, there was exhaustion. Resignation. A quiet weight that settled on his shoulders like a shroud..

For the first time, the unshakable leader seemed… broken. A thousand questions flooded your mind, but the most urgent was clear.

’What happened to Chrollo Lucilfer?’

’And what did he want from you now?’