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Chapter 44- Meteor City-

Third person POV

-A few hours ago-

Rin and Gon stepped off into a barren expanse where the air carried the acrid tang of burnt metal. Before them stretched the jagged silhouette of Meteor City, a sprawling wasteland of twisted steel and shattered glass. It was as if the city itself had been born from destruction, its skyscrapers of discarded parts clawing at a sky forever stained gray.

The ground crunched beneath their boots—fragments of broken bottles, scraps of wire, and unidentifiable debris. The wind howled through the labyrinth of junk towers, carrying whispers of lives erased from the world's memory. This was no ordinary city. It was a graveyard for forgotten things and forsaken people.

"This... This is Meteor City?"

Rin's eyes darted around, her every sense heightened. She noted the makeshift shelters cobbled together from faded tarps and sheet metal, the flickering lights powered by who-knew-what kind of jury-rigged system. Her gaze lingered on the inhabitants—men, women, and children whose faces bore the weight of anonymity. They moved with quiet purpose, their expressions hardened by a life no census would ever count.

"Yeah."

Gon stepped forward with less caution. His wide eyes scanned the towering heaps of refuse. He passed a group of children playing with a ball stitched together from old fabric scraps, their laughter strangely out of place in the desolation. Nearby, a woman tended to a fire in a rusted oil drum, her weathered hands moving deftly as if she'd done it a thousand times.

The deeper they ventured, the heavier the air seemed to grow, thick with smoke and the weight of invisible histories. Rin's sharp senses picked up fragments of whispered conversations, murmurs about "new arrivals" and "watching closely." She felt eyes on them, shadowy figures peering out from behind curtains of tattered cloth and narrow alleyways carved into mountains of trash.

"This place..." Rin muttered under her breath, her voice swallowed by the vast silence between the occasional clang of falling debris. Gon turned to her, a faint smile playing on his lips despite the oppressive atmosphere.

"It's alive," he said simply, his words hanging in the air like an ember refusing to extinguish.

Indeed, Meteor City was alive. It pulsed with the resilience of those who had been cast away, who had built a community from the remnants of a world that had discarded them. Every pile of scrap was a monument to survival; every shadow concealed a story untold. As Rin and Gon pressed further into its heart, they couldn't shake the feeling that they had entered not just a city, but a realm that existed outside the rules of the known world—a place where identity was forgotten, but existence was fiercely claimed.

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Rin POV

I walked through the jagged maze of Meteor City, the scent of rust and ash clinging to the air, and I couldn't help but think about Chrollo. My brother.

'He came from a place like this?' I tried to picture him here, just a boy among the twisted metal and forgotten lives.

'What was his world like before he met Papa? What had he endured in this graveyard of humanity?' The thought made my stomach tighten.

Chrollo had always carried an air of mystery, even when he was just my brother—not the man he would eventually become.

But now, after five years, I had no idea how he was. 'Did he think I was dead?' That thought made my heart pound faster, a mixture of anxiety and guilt clawing at my chest.

'If he believed I was gone, did he mourn me? Did it break him, or had he buried me in his heart and moved on?' I couldn't tell, and that uncertainty gnawed at me.