Light footsteps can be heard throughout the room and with each step, a sense of doom settled in. He had no plans to entertain guests but that appeared to not deter him when he heard someone knock on his front door. Kurapika wears a simple white, frilly dress shirt and black pants. A glass of wine is held in his left hand whilst he walks gracefully towards the door. Swiftly, he unlocks it and opens it a crack only to relax once he sees who it is. “Why are you here? You could have messaged me.”