I have a name. Or I had a name? I can't remember.
Where am I?
'Hisoka'.
Oh, you're still here. Good, I thought I was alone again.
'Hisoka'
Yes, that's my name. But where am I?
Hisoka felt his senses returning to him slowly. Sight? He was in a small room lit by the moonlight from a window on the opposite wall. No one else was there. Except for the two bloody corpses on the floor that he didn't recognize. Smell? He breathed in, detecting the familiar scent of blood mixed with sweat. Hearing? He wasn't sure, as his ears were still ringing. Taste? He felt the dryness in his mouth, a sign that he had given in to "that" again. Old habits die hard, he thought. Touch? He felt his dagger's hilt in his hand. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead and saw blood on it. Not his, of course. This wasn't the first time he woke up from a blackout surrounded by death. He was used to this feeling of satisfaction by now.
He looked around the room and admired his work. The white curtains on the window looked better in red, he thought. He checked his phone and saw '5'. Two of them were in this room, so he knew where to find the others. He followed a trail of blood on the floor, leading him to another corpse on the stairs. Poor guy, did he think he could crawl away from death? He reached the door on the ground floor, or what was left of it. Wood splinters were scattered around the room, along with another body in the centre. He smiled and looked for the last one.
The silence was both peaceful and horrifying. Surrounded by death, he felt a strange calmness and curiosity. He walked to the next room and saw the final victim. He was a big man, lying on the floor with his throat slit open. He must have choked and drowned in his own blood. Compared to the others, he died quickly and without much pain. The pain was what scared humans more than death itself, Hisoka knew that well.
'Hisoka the Magician' was his name in the underworld, but he had other names too. 'Harbinger of Death' or 'The Scarlet Jester' were some of them. Some people called him 'A Monster' with their dying breaths. Why waste their last words? Who could he ask anyway? They never lived long enough to tell anyone else.
Why do you care? Just enjoy their fear and move on as you always do.
'Yes, you're right. I have more to look forward to.' He thought as he checked his phone again. He sent a diamond symbol to Illumi to confirm the job was done. He was getting bored of running errands for Illumi. It was fun, but not enough anymore. He looked down at the man near his feet and stared into his eyes. They were empty and peaceful, almost soothing.
"Freeze! Don't move or I'll shoot you in the head, you bastard! Get on your knees! NOW!" A voice shouted from behind him.
Hisoka's smile widened.
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Who was brave enough to confront Hisoka? Find out in the next part of Hisoka's journey.