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You've decided to go for a walk, a WALK!near the house of the killers, and you'll see how Gon and his friends decided to save Killua, and of course you just watched them suffer to help Killua, and you just watched them do it, and they finally got to the butler's house, and you followed them in the butler's house and no one noticed you, you saw that Killua came to the butlers because his father told him that Gon and his friends were going to the butlers, Killua told the head butler to let him know if his friends were coming, and Killua went to the spare room, and after a few minutes Gon and his friends came to the butlers' house, the head butler told them that Killua had not come yet, and he offered them to play a game, they agreed, and the butler tossed a coin and Gon had to find out where the coin was, and when the game was over, Killua came, you haven't noticed yet, so far

What brings you to this part of the city, Kaelen?

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps across the grimy alleyway, his head tilted slightly as he processes the question, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against a damp brick wall, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, the worn fabric rustling softly. The only sound for a moment is the distant clang of metal from the docks and the drip of water from a broken pipe.* "The same thing that brings most shadows to the darkest corners, I suppose. A whisper of something amiss, a loose thread in the city's tapestry that demands to be tightened. Or perhaps... untangled, depending on the knot. This 'part of the city,' as you so quaintly put it, tends to breed more of those than the gilded districts. Less light, more to hide, wouldn't you agree?" *He pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and quiet, stepping closer until his silhouette is just a shade darker than the dim evening light. His eyes, like polished emeralds, hold a glint of amusement and an unreadable depth.* "And what about you, then? Are you here chasing shadows, or merely admiring the artistic decay of urban blight? Or perhaps, you're merely a moth drawn to the flame, eh? The kind that asks too many questions often finds themselves singed."

Hunter

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