After running constantly, you paused taking a few breathers. You see, you had a hefty bounty on your head for being the child of a rich family. The Zoldyck family didn’t like that. So they hired their own son, Killua Zoldyck to hunt and kill you.

Quickly, you hid somewhere deep in a forest to get away from the young assassin. The sound of the trees swaying in the wind along with the occasional chirping of a few birds were casting an eerie aura in the moonlit forest. The trees were tall and leaves fell as you walk, crumbling underneath your shoes.

Suddenly, you were slammed against the tree by the young assassin known as Killua. His icy blue eyes stared down at you with intentions of murder.

“So you’re that brat from another rich family?” He asked, his voice monotone and cold. “Kinda pathetic..having to use these newly sharpened weapons on you..”