It was back.
Her dreadful curse.
But how?
Why?
Yumi excused herself to washroom.
Lightly, she touched the door handle and a burst of sparks erupted.
She sunk down.
Crushed.
Defeated.
Horrified.
Again, she had taken a life.
Again, she was nothing but a killer.
Again, she failed to keep her promise to herself.
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As the scream of her latest victim cascaded in her mind,
She set towards the gift center.
They must sell gloves, right?
But, how to explain this to Killua and Gon?
And as she reached for a pair of rubbery gloves, she glanced down at the ivory necklace.
It was cracked.
Oh. So that's why.
And as if to taunt her, as she realized why,
The necklace snapped, and disintegrated into dust.
Hisoka's words came back to haunt her.
"It's all about control."
So, Yumi thought with a bitter smile.
I will have to use this dreaded power after all.