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The chains move around smoothly. Kurapika looks at (Y/n) with pride. "That's my girl."
That was the last time she heard from them. Kurapika's eyes were slashed out, as he was the sole survivor of his clan. All his daughter could do was try not to cry from the hidden shelf at the floor creaks, which the bounty hunters from the Port Mafia did not notice.
As soon as they left, all she could do was cry out loud, but nothing came. Nothing worked. she tried to cry, but her trials seemed to have failed. She just sat there, and began to do something crazy.
"Ha ha! HAHAH!"
She burst out laughing, her eyes turning bright red, those Kurta eyes stared in the pale darkness, her skin pale as the moonlight, reflected nothing but agony. Her long blonde hair, chopped off because she was unable to handle the fact that she, a girl of nearly five years of age couldn't save her father. Well. Looks like it's time for revenge.
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