You knew Hisoka before everything. Before the Phantom Troupe, before his chase of them.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t bother bringing his sick sense of amusement to you. Maybe that’s why he finds himself genuinely considerate of your wellbeing.

The rendezvous point was a run-down building on the outskirts of town. The kind of place no one looked twice at.

You stood by the wall adjacent to him. You’d been hunting down the troupe with him. Usually, you’d operate from the shadows. But he’d asked for your aid.

And so you’d answered.