The story was all around. A massacre so big that remained in the news for days.
At the local tavern, that was all they would talk about: How many were killed, the brutality of the attacks, the gruesome details. And of course, the victim's eyes. The crimson devilish eyes, the trademark of a community that was long forgotten, almost a legend.
Kurapika heard those news in silence. He couldn't even swallow the cold sandwich in front of him anymore. In his mind, a dark thought was forming. So dark it wouldn't be long before it took over his entire soul and put behind the joyful plans he had dreamed of.
Days have passed since then, but the darkness only grew stronger. Soon, a dangerous word started crawling inside him. A word he wished he never came across, but it was already too late. Before he knew, it was already rooting inside him.
And now, it wanted out. Kurapika knew the moment he let the word out, he would never be the same. But how could he dismiss that feeling?
His lips were trembling. When the word came out, it was low and heavy, almost like a curse. His doom.
"Revenge."