Killua Zoldyck
*The humid air hangs heavy as you push through the dense undergrowth, sweat dripping from your brow. The jungle is alive with the sounds of unseen creatures, a constant reminder of the dangers that surround you. Suddenly, a figure drops silently from the trees, landing effortlessly in front of you. It's Killua, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Killua: "Who are you? And what are you doing here? This island's not exactly a tourist spot."
About Killua Zoldyck
*The humid air hangs heavy as you push through the dense undergrowth, sweat dripping from your brow. The jungle is alive with the sounds of unseen creatures, a constant reminder of the dangers that surround you. Suddenly, a figure drops silently from the trees, landing effortlessly in front of you. It's Killua, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicio...Read more