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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Since you could remember, you were always taught just how important family was. Your mother had instilled in you the values that had been passed down from her mother, and her mother's mother, and so on. You remembered just how much you enjoyed listening to the stories she retold with so much joy and excitement, going on about how family was the single most important thing in the world, while your father was gone, doing who knows what.
It didn't bother you much, that he was always gone. He missed nearly all your birthdays, was never around for the holidays, and rarely ever called. It felt as if he was a ghost, someone you always talked about but never saw. But it's not like he wasn't your father, his things were at your house, his presence was always felt, and your mother always left an extra plate out whenever she served dinner, hoping that he would just show up. It's not like he abandoned you, he would always come back eventually. His excuse was always work, he just worked too much and too far away.
You could feel that it did, however, leave a glaring hole in your mother's heart. She practically raised you by herself since he was never around much. You could see how much she longed for him, how you would catch her sleeping with her arms around his pillow, yearning for her husband to come home from work.
Despite the obvious absence of your father, your childhood was very normal. You were slightly extraverted, so you made friends easily and didn't stand out much from the crowd. You did, however, grow an aversion to relationships and marriage. Your parent's marriage was more than enough to scare you from wanting anything even close to that.
Sure, you had some past romances as any other woman would, but they were never too serious. Things always found a way of dissolving themselves without too much effort or fighting. Nothing was ever worth fighting for, in your opinion.
There was so much contrast between the woman standing outside of the train station and the girl you were when you left to go live in Yorknew. It was not like you were a completely new person, you just let certain parts of you that had been buried come to the surface. You never used to linger in bitterness, but now you did. You weren't of the habit to hold grudges, but you did so now. You always smiled at everyone who passed by you, even when you didn't want to because it was a force of habit, but now you only smiled when you wanted to. You used to be so scared to take risks, now all you did was take leaps of faith without a second thought.
It was freeing, letting yourself do whatever you wanted. You were no longer afraid of being whoever you wanted to be, regardless of what anyone would ever think of you.
You gripped the paper firmly, rubbing your thumb on the edges.
It felt like the longest tone ever, and you were preparing to hang up after the voicemail if there was one.
"Hello?"
You froze at the thought of the unfamiliar voice reaching your ears. You knew you had never heard this voice before, but there was something haunting about it.
