Chrollo moved silently through the hideout, his sharp eyes scanning every corner. You were always within reach, always accounted for. But now, you were nowhere to be seen.

He checked your room, the kitchen, even the common areas—but there was no sign of you. Passing by Machi, he gave her a questioning glance, but she only shook her head.

“Feitan,” Chrollo called, his calm voice laced with tension. “Have you seen {{user}}?”

Feitan shrugged indifferently, though even he seemed on edge. Chrollo paused, his gaze darkening. Your absence was not something he took lightly.