Killer in Hunter x Hunter

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Illuso's POV

Early in the morning, out of the blue, Risotto decided to wake everyone up early and gather everyone in his hotel room.

- It's not like we're usually up this early. What's wrong? - Illuso asked, wiping his sleepy eyes.

- I understand, - said Risotto, who was also a bit sleepy, - I don't like to get up this early myself, but it's what we have to do.

- What business? - Asked Melone.

- You see, last night, when I was sitting in the cafe, I overheard two players talking about some anomaly that recently appeared in the centre of the island. Do you see what I'm getting at?

- I think I do,' Illuso said with a small smirk, 'You're interested in this information because it might have something to do with the arrow. It does make sense. But can we trust the word of some two lowlifes? What if they were drunk and talking rubbish? No, I believe you, but you have to check it out.

- I totally agree with you, and that's why I already have a plan of action. For now, you will stay here and wait while I gather all possible information about this anomaly. As soon as I'm done gathering information I'll notify you and we'll go in search of this anomaly.

- That's a good plan, but can you do it on your own?

- Don't worry about me, I can handle myself.

- So when are you leaving?

- Right now. I'll start with Masadora. I reckon I'll be gone till lunchtime at the latest. You should be waiting for me here by then.

Risotto went to Masadora using the Escort card.

- So what are we going to do while he's gone? - Melone asked the others.

- You guys do as you wish, but I'm going to take a nap. - Illuso said to the others and went to his room.

Once in his room, he immediately collapsed on the bed.

'Oh man... It's not often I have to get up this early. An anomaly... What the hell is an anomaly? And why did he decide to get information about it himself? I'm the master of information retrieval. Maybe he doesn't want to put us in harm's way. That's very thoughtful of him. 'Well, fuck it, I'll take a couple of hours' nap first, then I'll think about the rest.'

Instead of just taking a nap Illuso had a nearly full night's sleep, and woke up at about 11:30.

Hurriedly running out of his room, he started checking to see if everyone else was waiting for him outside.

'Oh crap, am I late? I'll hope not.'

Looking around the street and seeing none of his own, he concluded that it was still early.

'I don't see the others yet, which means it's not time yet. Besides, I'm sure they would have woken me up when it was time to move out. If that's the case, I'm going to get something to eat.'

Walking into the nearest café, he ordered himself a small portion of pasta and a cup of coffee.

'Damn, why do I keep ordering pasta? I'll have to try something else later. I'll ask Melone about that tip, he has good taste. By the way, where is he? It's almost lunchtime, which means he and Gyaccio are probably waiting in or near their rooms. They wouldn't go far, that's for sure.'

Finishing his pasta and finishing his coffee, he went outside and headed for Melone's room.

'Okay, they're not in the neighbourhood, which means they're in their rooms. I should warn them to get ready.'

Arriving at Melone's room, which was next door to his room, Illuso started knocking on his door.

- Hey, Melone, are you in here?

There was no response.

'No answer... I don't hear the sound of footsteps, so he's in no hurry to open the door for me. He's not asleep, is he?'

- Hey, Melone, it's almost lunchtime, which means Risotto should be back soon. Are you ready yet?

There was still no answer.

'He's sharing a room with Giaccio, right? Are they messing with me? I'll show them how to make fun of me!'

- Formaggio was right about you, by the way. You faggots... Everyone knows how you like to sleep in the same bed, warm each other's arms, have fun while no one else is around... Fucking lovebirds.

Illuso laughed a little, but the laughter stopped when there was no response again.

'Okay, now that's not normal. Melone, but after this, Gyaccio would definitely come out to punch me in the face.'

Deciding to stop being ceremonious Illuso went inside. To his surprise there was no one inside.

'What the fuck? So... It's almost lunchtime, and Risotto said to have us ready to move out by lunchtime, and they're still gone. Where the hell are they?! They're punctual blokes, they wouldn't be out at this hour. Maybe they're just having a bit of fun and going without me. Nah, that doesn't make sense...'

Still, Illuso opened the map book and used the Contact card to contact Risotto. However, as soon as he did so, his card was destroyed.

- What the fuck?! - Illuso cursed out loud.

'What was that just now? The card was destroyed... The card should be destroyed when the player isn't in the game. But that's nonsense! Risotto wouldn't leave the game without warning us. And besides... If a player is still showing up in contacts, does that mean he's still in the game? If so, that's even weirder. What the fuck is going on?!'

Suddenly Illuso noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand beside the bed that looked like a note. Taking the paper in his hand Illuso began to slowly unfold it. However, as soon as he did so, a jet of flame immediately erupted from it, as if from some kind of flamethrower.

- What the fuck?!!!

He instantly destroyed the piece of paper, nearly burning his face and scorching his hair in the process.

'What was that just now!!! This is clearly not some kind of prank, no... None of ours are capable of such a thing. It's definitely an enemy attack!'

Quickly running outside, Illuso began to scrutinise the pile of people walking outside.

'Who... Who could it be? Is he hiding in the crowd or is he in an alley somewhere? He's definitely around somewhere, I can feel it!'

Suddenly he noticed another small folded paper being brought in by the wind from somewhere off to the side. Swirling in the air, above people's heads, it began to open.

- Oh no... All of you, run! - Illuso shouted to all the people on the street nearby.

When the paper opened, a bomb fell out of it and detonated, causing a massive explosion that blew out the windows of nearby buildings and tore several people to pieces. Illuso himself was thrown several metres backwards right into the wall of the hotel building. He hit his head on impact, which made him bleed, but he was able to recover quickly and get back on his feet.

Walking out into the middle of the street, from which all the people had already fled, he began to look around.

'Where... Where... Where is that freak!'

- Stop hiding you piece of shit!!! Come out and show yourself! - Shouted Illuso to the whole street.

Suddenly, he felt someone's presence right behind him, giving him goosebumps running all over his body.

'What is it? What is behind my back? That aura... That ominous aura...'

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind his back:

- Fear... Everyone is afraid of something... And that's completely normal. There are no fearless people. Fear is essentially our instinct of self-preservation, without which a person will not live long. However... Sometimes, when we give in to our fears, we lose the ability to think straight and thus doom ourselves to defeat!

Slowly turning around, Illuso saw a man of medium height and slender build almost ten metres away from him. He had slightly swarthy skin and white hair, stylised in crossed patterns that framed his face and curled at the ends. He was dressed in a long, light coat that covered the rest of his chest. Underneath was a dark top wrapped in three ornate belts and tight fitting dark trousers. Printed on the inside of his coat is the word 'ENIGMA'.

- This is my essence,' the white-haired man went on to say, 'By frightening a man, by plunging him into an abyss of terror and despair, I can seal him up like a sheet of paper! That's what my Enigma is all about!

At this moment, a dark purple coloured humanoid appeared behind the guy. Its body was covered in patterns resembling question marks, and on its knees are hearts.

'Come on... It's not a Nan user! It's a Stand user!'