One dark summer night, in an isolated inn in the midst of a murky forest, coo coos of nocturnal birds can be heard around the awkward place. The subtle light of the crescent moon gives light on the way after the cloud covering it elapsed. Figure of four youth showed up after the luminosity of the moon stretch upon their apparently weary faces. The boy with spiky black hair stained with green at its tips was the first to tap at the wooden door. In all of a sudden, an old lady, the one accountable of the hotel, opened the door for the boys. They were hunters. Upon passing the hunter exam, they decided to take a round trip together, to take pleasure in the time left to them en masse. They have decided to part after this long journey.
"We'll have a single room for four…" the silver-haired boy stated while following the old lady to the cashier table. The old girl nodded, giving a key to the lad directly in front of her, the one who knocked at the door, the shortest among the group.
"You sure don't wanna loose a single moment before we disband!" the doctor said wearing a wry smile. He is a man of about six feet or taller, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and attire whose features depicts that of a lawyer.
"Sure I do!" the killer attested. "At least I'm not gonna long for your loud snoring that keeps me wide awake late at night!" While saying this, the kid gave a shrewd smile. His mischievous but optimistic nature doesn't disclose that he's a member of a clan of assassins as he is. He ran from home telling that he is about to take the hunter exam and make a decision for himself. He is an inch or two taller than Gon, silvery gray hair that he got from his father, Silver Zoaldyeck.
The spiky haired boy in green shook his head while he tried to hide his grin.
They were walking their way to their room. Thuds of their feet were the only audible sound throughout the tavern.
"Ahhh… we can rest at last!" Killua shouted, letting his body fall on the softness of the neatly set bed mattress.
"This day was so tiring…" Gon, the spiky haired boy with innocent honey-colored eyes, said, sitting himself beside his comrade. Gon stared at his friends. I can't believe that we were to part, he thought.
Kurapika, the smartest among the group, a person of few words (that is, if he's not caught in a catfight with Leorio), was organizing his stuff. He was about to head for the bathroom door when he noticed that there were eyes on him. He shot Leorio with an icy glare. "Stop monitoring every single move that I make!" he almost shouted. Leorio, aptly to be confused, looked at a different direction to prevent the petty fight that Kurapika might be starting at the very moment he reacts. He passed through the bathroom door, his blond hair flapped backward. He is lithe, an able fighter. He has cool-blue eyes that turn scarlet when he's mad or excited: an attribute from his clan, the Kuruta tribe. He has the wits of a genius, a walking encyclopedia, as Leorio said. His feminine beauty drives Leorio to stare at him often, which he hates the most. However, at that moment, Leorio was sure he was not the only one who was looking intently at Kurapika. Someone else who is inside this room, but who? He asked himself.
"Guys," Gon uttered while moving his innocent eyes around the room, "this place gives me the creeps…"
After he ensure that the water is tepid and just fine for him, he took of his clothes, hang them at the coat-hanger behind the bathroom door, and comfortably submerged himself in the lukewarm water. Closing his eyes to rest, the blacklist hunter suddenly felt that someone was keeping an eye on him, again…
He moved his sight across the lavatory. No sign of life present, just a lizard clinging on the ceiling, waiting for it's next meal… "Heck!" he slap on his forehead, "maybe I'm just tired…"