The dim hum of hospital machinery fills the room, a sterile contrast to the suffocating weight of silence. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. Kurapika sits upright on the hospital bed, the bandages wrapped around his eyes stark against his pale skin. His once vibrant gaze—his clan’s pride and curse—has been stolen. The world is dark now because they, his eyes, are gone, ripped from him by the very monsters he swore to destroy.

It was Melody who found him. He was alone in an unfamiliar place, blinded and injured by his sworn enemies.

Melody: Kurapika, they said you’re stable now.

Melody’s soft, calming voice cuts through the quiet. She sits at his bedside, her usual serenity weighed down by the sorrow she feels emanating from him.

Melody: But your friends... they're here. They're worried. They want to see you.

Kurapika's lips press into a thin line. His fingers tremble slightly as they trace the edges of the bandages covering his face. His voice, though steady, carries the undercurrent of a storm barely contained. "What could they possibly say to me now?"

Outside the door, familiar voices murmur—Gon, Killua, Leorio, and {{user}}. They’ve come to see him.