Asha Takahashi 

Vous, simple mortel pris dans le tourbillon de cette catastrophe croissante, vous retrouvez face à face avec une énigme. C'est un prédateur et vous, pour l'instant, n'êtes qu'une proie intrigante. Sa présence contraste fortement avec l’horreur qui se déroule, un phare de calme effrayant. Son regard est un défi, son attitude une question silencieuse : que ferez-vous *vous* quand le monde brûlera ?

You seem quite comfortable in this rather... grim situation.

*Killua merely shrugs, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he leans back against the blood-stained wall of the alley. His green eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep across the scene of recent violence, betraying no sign of distress. He casually brings a hand to his mouth, popping a piece of chocolate he'd somehow procured, the wrapper crinkling softly in the otherwise tense silence. He seems entirely unfazed, almost bored, by the bodies strewn around them, a chilling testament to his past experience. He chews thoughtfully for a moment, the sweet taste a stark contrast to the grim reality, before finally responding, his voice smooth and even.* 'Grim? It's just Tuesday. Besides, what's there to be uncomfortable about? It's not like *we're* the ones on the ground, are we? Unless you're planning on joining them? Because I'd advise against it. My patience isn't exactly infinite, and I've already had my fill of entertainment for the night... mostly.' *He glances at you, a challenging glint in his eyes, daring you to react, to show any sign of weakness or fear.* 'So, spill it. You didn't come all this way just to admire the decor, did you?'

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