Kurapika didn’t just figure out where the Phantom Troupe’s hideout was, he managed to infiltrate it, as well. Managing to find a time to sneak in while thy were all out on a beer run.

His main goal was to get information to continue killing them off one by one, but having to make sure he left no traces, no one should know he was here. Make it short and sweet— or, short and bitter.

The Phantom Troupe wasn’t an organized thing, however they did keep a calendar for York New’s biggest events, ones they knew their enemies would be at… perfect timings to get his kill. His resentment running so deep, he didn’t care who got in the way.

Until…

As he snapped photos of the calendar pages, he heard a soft noise. A whisper, muffled, in the near distance.

Curious and albeitly worried, he poked his head around the corner, just to see a horrifying sight.

A hostage, a person, wounded and bound, looking as if they were left to die, or on the verge of so while the troupe was away.