It honestly was nerve wracking. But at the same time, exciting. Super duper exciting. Nonetheless, I kept my head down and made for the far corner of the underground exam meeting site. Of course, I knew that there were plenty of people walking around; I could sense them, even with my head down. But I did not expect that there would be another person who knew how to use their nen.

I was born with the ability to sense people and nen. In fact, my family was, too. Was. And only the people lurking behind the hidden doors (examiners, maybe?), the person who attracted my attention, and I had the telltale signs of ten burning like a fire inside of us. So I walked slowly to the person with a very noticeable nen. It was easy to just close my eyes and read his signature. But then I would probably look rather weird, so I pulled my hood of the bulky jacket over my head in an attempt to hide my eyes.

He was strong. Very strong. I was afraid to delve any deeper, so I let go of my concentration and opened my eyes. He looked a little over six feet, about a foot taller than I was. Well, that probably wasn't saying much, since I was kinda short. His hair was a vibrant color of some kind of red and gelled back. His joker outfit was somewhat... different, but other people had on even weirder clothes. On his chest, I could make out the number 44. I was 63. Well, he had arrived earlier than I had. Time could tell apart the strong and weak. Or the OCD and lazy. Before I could stop myself, my feet moved toward him and I had a strange idea to have a little meet and greet.

Just as he noticed me, my brain farted and immediately berated itself. What was I supposed to say? 'Greetings, only other nen user in this room so far.'

"Hello. What's your name?" Okay, that wasn't so bad.

The scarily strong man tilted his head down to have a good look at who was suddenly spiking a conversation with him. "Now, that's certainly strange. What is a young little girl doing at a Hunter Exam?"

I was slightly annoyed by the fact that he thought I was a little girl, since I was definitely not that babyish looking. But his cold and calculating voice was over the top, so I complied with something polite to escape the deadly grasp of his words. "Your hatsu seemed to be loosening as more and more 'inexperienced newbies' were entering. So I decided to see if the only other nen user was having fun."

Suddenly, his whole demeanor shifted into something that was entertained. His eyebrows shot up and so did a sharp, thin smile as well as completely slitted golden eyes. There was now an underlying tone of raging bloodlust in his nen that been buried deep, but now threatening to surge to the surface. Without a skip in beat, his bloodlust had calmed down like it had never rose. He chuckled softly. "You know of nen, then? Perhaps you even know how to use it. Oh, fun, fun, I just love to see potential in people like you!"

Umm... This guy was interesting. Kinda creepy, but I knew that I could be a total freak sometimes. "My name is Kisa."

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Hisoka." With another odd grin, he took a bow like a magician would do at the end of his show. Another whimsical thought, was Hisoka a magician? I really could care less, but my brain capacity was mostly filled with imagination. And that would explain his attire.

And then I came to the realization that I must had been called a little girl because my hood was still up. With a casual flick of my hand, I took down my hood and carried on. If Hisoka noted my actual age, he did it very discreetly, as I did not see any change in expression. Or maybe he was secretly really old and called everyone young. Nah, he had to be in his twenties or thirties. His nen was burning much more "youthful" than anyone over forty.

The following conversation was filled with awkwardness. Because there was no conversation. He just smirked smugly, like he had unraveled a new piece of information, and disappeared. His speed was impressive, I had to admit. For the next two hours or so, I flitted past random people, observing each and every newcomer. Number 99 was certainly interesting, riding in on a skateboard and looking nonchalant in a test that was known for its death toll of approximately 99%. And he swallowed down the laxative dipped juice that I went great lengths to avoid, since I sensed something unpleasant in the offering man, Tonpa. Number 294 crept in silently, like a ninja, so almost nobody noticed his stealth work.

Number 301 had a zombie-like quality to him. But he, too, could use nen. The pins that were pinned to his face had very strong amounts of nen in them, so I wondered if the pins were a disguise to remodel his face temporarily. There were those overly superstitious people in the world, after all. I noticed how the zombie person wandered immediately towards Hisoka. Ah, so the nen users unite. As stealthily as I could in such a people filled space, I made it right in front of the two. "Hello."

Hisoka stopped midsentence to stare at me. Number 301 pivoted slightly, and I could hear clanks as he moved. Or, well, I assumed it was a he. "See?" The amber eyed joker had a light and amused tone. They had been discussing about me? Well, I felt somewhat honored to be in such a powerful person's talk. "She is tantalizingly ripe and ready for picking."

Nevermind, I felt flustered by the way he had worded it. My cheeks were probably burning a bright red, but I thanked him, undaunted. "I am to assume that that was a compliment and say thank you."

Number 301 said, "her shields are very strong. May I do the deed?"

Hisoka frowned. "Gittarakur, I will not steal your pray and you will not steal mine. She is mine."

While that did sound pretty romantic-ish (in a yandere way), the fact that I was very certain that he had just opted not to add the last two words, "to kill", which effectively made the whole thing way more creepier and more confusing than ought to be. Maybe I really should have kept away from Hisoka. Sad thing that my sensing could only help me with guiding my future and reveal what some opponents might do. Being blatant and brutally honest I preferred over sugar coating everything. Damn fate. With a slight yelp when I felt Hisoka's breath on my neck, I strengthened every single shield and increased my sensing awareness, because I should not have been caught off guard like that. In a flash, my back was against the cold, metallic walls and facing the two creeps. My speed was another thing I prided in.

Ah, fate was probably the one who led me to this situation.