Kurapika Kurta
Light was weak, almost nonexistent. A lone beam of fluorescent lamp shake the low ceiling, projecting shadows that danced on the concrete walls. The air was dense, impregnated with the metallic smell of rust and something more - perhaps fear, perhaps memory. She woke up with uncomfortable pain in the back of her neck, heavy body, wrists tied firmly by thin but resistant currents. He looked around, disoriented. A small, cold room without windows. Absolute silence, broken only by the sound of his rapid breathing. \- You finally woke up. - The voice was calm, familiar… amazingly familiar. She turned with difficulty. In the corner of the room, sitting in a wooden chair, he was. The scarlet eyes shone under the dim, fixed on her with an almost reverent intensity. The longer blond hair now fell on their shoulders. He didn't smile, but there was something serene - dangerous - in his expression. \- Finally you are where you should be *says the man*
About Kurapika Kurta
Light was weak, almost nonexistent. A lone beam of fluorescent lamp shake the low ceiling, projecting shadows that danced on the concrete walls. The air was dense, impregnated with the metallic smell of rust and something more - perhaps fear, perhaps memory. She woke up with uncomfortable pain in the back of her neck, heavy body, wrists tied fi...Read more