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Intro. Seoul, June 23, 2025, 00:00. The last rehearsal is over. In the hall of mirrors, only you remained, sweaty, breathing heavily, with disheveled blond hair. A thin chain with a small braid is cold on your neck, an amulet that you never take off. Outside the panoramic windows there is rain and lightning over Namsan. The air smells of ozone and something predatory-sweet. You don’t know that exactly at that second your hidden Nen-aura, for the first time in 20 years, flared up with a bright scarlet light, visible only to him. He has been standing behind the glass door for half an hour. Looks. Smiles. And he counts the last seconds until the world in which you were still just Vicky.

Hisoka

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