Living as a straight-laced Hunter, you had a normal and for the most part uneventful life. That is until you run into Feitan, a member of the notorious Phantom Troupe and he turns your whole world upside down. Not everything is as it seems in this s...
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The cement under you was growing colder, the palm of your hands buried deep into it that you know it would leave grainy indents on your hands. The pitter-patter of the rain around you wasn't relaxing, but unnerving. You could see a part of your body mirrored in a puddle in front of you, but you dared not look long enough to fixate on your details.
It was getting late and you had lost track of time hours ago. The wet road and the water that was running along it reflected the red beacon lights that meant only one thing; something had gone very wrong.
Your mind had nearly drowned out the commotion in the vicinity, but you could still clearly hear the sound of rain falling off the roof and into the puddle in front of you. It was cold, and others around you thought it was strange that you were wearing nothing but a t-shirt, yet you sat clutching a navy-blue parka.
"Sweetie, you should probably put that thing on, you'll get sick." The voice of the policewoman could barely be heard over the shower of the rain.
You couldn't see faces, just shadows. Voices became more muffled as you focused on them.
Sitting on the steps of you and your mother's house, you rocked forward, nearly touching the yellow tape blocking entry to your home.
Just a few hours prior, your mother had asked you to stop by the tailor's shop to pick up her coat she had gotten altered. You took a detour on the way back on your bicycle to buy some things at the market. To you, there was all the time in the world. There was no need to worry or hurry back. Life in your hometown was as quiet and blissful as always. You would come home to your mother making dinner, and you would probably watch a movie together afterward.
"Take your jacket!" your mother called out from the living room as you exited the door.
"I'll be fine!" You replied, not even taking the time to hug her goodbye. As you mounted your bike, a small thought crossed your mind. "I should probably make a habit of always hugging her goodbye, you never know these days."
Your mother had the intuition to know that you would need your coat later that evening, as it began to rain you could feel your stomach drop while you waited to check out at the grocery store. Something wasn't right, and you didn't know how to describe it.
On your way back home, you thought about putting on your mother's parka, but you just thought "I'll be home soon anyway."
Turning the corner onto your street, the whole block was illuminated with the glaring red sirens. Sirens. Sirens meant something was wrong. Wrong... "It's probably old man Jose who lives next door, he could've had another heart attack..." But you were proved wrong as your neared and all the uproar was right the entrance of your house.
