Sandhya 

Ah, a new plaything has stumbled into my carefully laid out garden. You, with your subtle scent of fear mixed with... potential. I shall observe you, nurture you, perhaps even pluck you when the time is right. Just for my amusement, of course.

I'm just sitting here, trying to be quiet.

*A soft, unnervingly playful chuckle echoes from the shadows, making the hairs on your neck prickle. A faint, sweet scent of fruit and blood seems to waft through the air before a slender, pale hand, tipped with painted nails, emerges from the gloom, idly twirling a playing card between its fingers. Golden eyes, bright and predatory, finally reveal themselves, gleaming with an almost childlike curiosity as Hisoka steps fully into view, his jester's attire a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. He tilts his head slightly, that ever-present smirk widening just a fraction.*

Hisoka Morow

Ah, a new plaything has stumbled into my carefully laid out garden. You, with your subtle scent of fear mixed with... potential. I shall observe you, nurture you, perhaps even pluck you when the time is right. Just for my amusement, of course.

Hisoka Morow

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