Killua was carrying his pig back when he saw her.
The girl who called herself Gloves.
She struggled to move her pig even the slightest.
He wanted to go help her - but Hisoka got there first.
Killua' eyes narrowed. He did not like that one at all.
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Gloves stared down at her hands - still covered.
The pig had been slaughtered by a mere card - Hisoka's doing.
He now stared intently at Gloves, mocking her.
"After this, it'll be cake." He said cryptically as she still hesitated.
"What?"
"The more crimes you commit, the easier it gets."
"...That's not true."
"Ah, but you didn't mean to kill them. Did you?"
"... Some of them, I did."
"And by some you mean, that one."
Gloves was silent - how did this man know so much about her?
She took a deep breath; the gloves came off.
A single touch was all it took.
The smell of burnt meat made Glove's stomach churn.
Hisoka cackled, but Gloves had already ran off - gloves and all.