villain. [hxh]

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Immaculate white walls and marbled floor. Dozen of bodyguards right in the entrance, wearing expensive pristine suits, one burlier than the last. Maids in uniforms hurrying in and out, cleaning every blemish seen.

At least, that's what the Phantom Troupe was expecting when they arrived at Furacking's mansion but instead, the walls were painted red with blood. The bodies of the guards all in a huge pile in a corner drowning in a pool of blood and as if the scene didn't have enough carnage all the maids have at least one limb torn off. Arms and legs were strewn all over the floor. The pink-haired phantom troupe member eyes the maid near the entrance, head inside the wall, it's body sticking out the only thing visible.

"Oh my, what do we have here?~♥️" Hisoka says, stretching every vowel to add flair to his dramatics. A wide grin breaks on his once passive face. "And here I was thinking this was going to be very veeery boring~"

The other Phantom Troupe's members acted as if they didn't hear anything from the clown. Phinks' annoyed eye roll, the only indication someone heard his statements.

"Looks like someone got here before us" Feitan's unamused voice, contempt apparent in his tone.

Machi looks at their leader, who has been silent the whole time, waiting for his commands. "Danchou, what are we going to do?"

"Feitan, make sure the merchandise is untouched. Machi and Hisoka, check the surroundings for any signs that could lead us to know what happened here" Chrollos's dignified voice, continue to exude calmness, showing no signs of panic.

"Yes, boss" Feitan, Machi, and Phinks chorus in agreement to their boss' orders.

But before they could even start carrying out their orders a click-clack of heels echoed through the room. The group immediately taking an offensive stance, ready to protect their head. Eyes darting to the second floor, where the heels hitting the floor gradually growing louder. They eye the figure that was taking shape in the shadows of the archway. Chrollo's eyes widen slightly with shock and recognition but it disappeared instantly as soon as it appeared.

A woman dressed in a long black lace dress hugging her curves in the most captivating way possible, hair in a bun with stray strands framing her face. Her lips were just as red as the blood that dripped down her hand and yet her most striking feature had captured the group's attention before they can even see her body or face. Her eyes. Her emerald green eyes that were gorgeous in the light but even more captivating when it was glowing in the dark. It was as if it was the eyes of a feral animal in its cave, luring you in. Whispering to you to "come closer".

Not a single word escaped the lips of the thieves, it was so quiet that you would've heard a pin drop and the sight of them staring up at her as she looked down on them from the mezzanine was so intoxicating. A wide amused and, just a bit, crazed grin stretches on her face which effectively broke all of them from their trance. Their once blank stares abruptly changed to malicious glares that promised pain worse than death. Any lesser man would've been scared but she knew she was anything but less.