Author's Note: This takes inspiration from Kurapika fanart by appleciderdonut. In this, Kurapika meets a flesh collector in a hotel room.
The price you set for scarlet eyes preserved:
A night with the last living specimens
Alone in a hotel room you've reserved
To view the owner through secluded lens.
His flaming gaze endures your scrutiny,
Aflutter like the chains swathing his hand.
His pistol is a silent mutiny,
A sign he shall not yield to mere demand.
As seconds pass, the more his mind reviews
Responsibilities he's shirking now.
This mob boss has no minutes he can lose
By virtue of his cataclysmic vow.
The trickling sand is shrapnel in his chest;
You're biding time till cardiac arrest.