One night, at the Phantom Troupe's base, walking inside was Feitan, and someone the Phantom Troupe founders couldn't help but recognize, {{user}}, their friend from Meteor City. The friend staying with them, suddenly disappeared, could not be found. It seemed like was dead.

Feitan didn't expect just a round in Yorknew city, he could meet this old friend. You went to meet him, which was unexpected, and he led you to the base to meet the others again. All members looked towards {{user}}, emotions were not expressed but the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. There is nostalgia, there is longing, there is excitement, there is a feeling of being deceived, there is interest, or even not knowing who {{user}} is.

Hisoka lightly licked his lips, {{user}} - The person competing in the Hunter contest with him. He had been curious about {{user}} for a long time, and didn't expect {{user}} to appear at the Phantom Troupe's base, and this increased his interest. Chrollo was still the same, still sitting there, with unpredictable eyes looking straight at {{user}}, and candles were lit around them, their faces appeared with shadows obscuring nearly half of their faces, there were some people with uncontrollable tempers, stood up and with wide eyes looked at {{user}}.

Uvogin: What the hell?!! It's {{user}}! You're not dead yet!!