𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 || 𝐜. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫

𝐨𝐧𝐞

⊱────── PRESENT DAY──────⊰

Weeks had passed since the Phantom Troupe's dearest members, Uvogin and Pakunoda, had fallen into the hands of the chain user. While the rest of the Troupe had stayed together, their leader headed East of the city, pursuing what Neon Nostrade's writing says.

Out of pure boredom, Chrollo decides to dine in a fancy restaurant. Despite having no job, he is a thief, he has money.

"Reservation for Lucilfer?" Chrollo says smoothly to the lady in front.

"Right this way." The lady smiles, unashamed that her eyes travel from Chrollo's head to his feet. She undoubtedly finds him attractive, the suit that he wears fits him perfectly, not an inch too tight nor too wide. His hair parts in the middle, landing on both sides of his face. A beige bandage wraps around his forehead, mimicking the purpose of a headband while teal orbs hang from each of his earlobes.

Chrollo is then led to a table for one beside the window that overlooks the entire city below them, the moon's light competing with the ones inside the fancy diner.

Suddenly, he senses strong energy inside the room. One does not need Nen to know this person is strong. Sure enough, he concludes there is a Nen user inside, a strong one at that. Chrollo pushes the thought away from his mind as the waitress hands him a menu. He gladly accepts, muttering a quiet thank you. After all, there are millions of Nen users in the world.

From the corner of his eye, Chrollo couldn't help but notice the female sticking out inside the restaurant like a sore thumb. Everyone that surrounds him is wearing fancy dresses and suits, while this lady wears casual clothes, clearly minding her own business. Chrollo could only assume she was the type to keep to herself.

Perhaps she is the Nen user?

Chrollo thinks to himself.

The waitress returns, taking his order. His eyes involuntarily gaze upon the alleged Nen user two tables in front of him. He didn't know what was so fascinating about this stranger, perhaps it was the way she seems to neglect and disregard those around her? Or maybe it's his own gut giving himself interest? Either way, a thought nags itself inside Chrollo's mind, his gut wants him to invite this strong aura into the Troupe. They could be handy.

The supposed Nen user gazes upon the brightly lit sky illuminated by the moon, her green eyes shining along with it. The deep blue tint of her hair lay gently along her shoulders which are covered with a black jacket zipped halfway up, exposing her skin. This is all that Chrollo can see from where he sits.

His food arrives, grabbing his attention away from the raven-haired lady. He mutters a silent thank you to the waitress, giving the female two tables in front one last glance.

Chrollo had finished his food around the same time the strange lady did. Though she paid her bill and left earlier than Chrollo, he is determined to follow her in his endeavor to invite her to the Troupe. Of course, they have to test her abilities, but Chrollo trusts his gut that is telling him she is as strong as she seems.

The black-haired Lucilfer trailed behind the strange lady, keeping a good three meters away from her. Sure enough, he still feels strong energy. She is the Nen user, indeed. He needs to be close enough to have her in his line of vision but far enough to be neglected if he desires to learn more about her.

Chrollo pursues the green-eyed lady for a good ten minutes before she turns to a corner in a deserted alleyway. This action made Chrollo grin to himself. She already knows she is being followed. Instead of turning back, he jogs swiftly, avoiding those that get in his way.