villain. [hxh]

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Evelynn squints at the tower, no matter how many times she sees it, it was incredibly dramatic. Taller than the height on which the aircraft flies, Evelynn ponders on why it hasn't fallen over. Thankfully, she didn't go blind staring so high in the middle of the day, that was mainly because of her extravagant hat. She was dressed in a red bodycon dress that wrapped her curves and a fur coat.

'They should've just built it lying down' but she supposed it won't be so memorable if it wasn't made as so. She had stopped by a couple of shops before she arrived. Buying new clothes with the money she got from selling the rings given to him by the Furacking's young heir. She wouldn't want to be targeted by the mafia by association if it stayed on her hands, she supposes that the Phantom Troupe arriving back then was a gift in disguise. After all, the people she killed can just be blamed on the troupe. 'Now that I think about it, how are they going to contact me?' Evelynn shrugs, it wasn't her problem. She walks down the street, ignoring the catcalls from lesser men. Her arms were full of shopping bags from one luxury brand to another.

"That fight was insane! Kastro did so much better than I thought"

"Hisoka still won which is unsurprising"

"FUCK, That was fucking crazy"

"He fucking knocked down Hisoka? Can you believe that?" Evelynn's ear pricked up at the information, 'Hisoka?'.

"Hey, isn't that Eve?"

"OH SHIT, it is"

"fUCK she looks smoking"

Evelynn sped up, rushing to the elevator before a mob chased her down. Pressing the close button repeatedly, before anyone else can get inside. She sighs a breath of relief when she was left alone. 'They're so desperate. Goodness, have some class'. She presses the 150th floor before canceling and pressing the 200th. Evelynn was curious about the clown, he had such a beautiful quirk that she'd like to see it in action one of these days. She heads to the 200th-floor clerk, to inquire on Hisoka's whereabouts. She looks at the exhausted and scrawny receptionist who was looking through some papers.

"Where is Hisoka's room?"

"No more fangirls," The clerk says without even looking up from her papers. 'He had fangirls?'