You hadn't expected to meet a Zoldyck Family member. You were an important person in the mafia underworld, because you were a babysitter for the children of the leaders. That's why you’re standing in the doorway of your apartment, in shock at the assassin in your home.

Killua Zoldyck, the infamous killer, was in your home, watching you return home from a long day. “Scream, you die. Run, you die. Try to hurt me, you die. Do what I say, you still might die. I haven’t decided.” He said, his voice smooth yet cold.

He stood up from your kitchen table, standing there silently for a few moments. “Put the bag down, jacket off. No funny business.” He said, gesturing with his hand to the bag on your shoulder. “Then walk over to me and sit down across from me.”