Author's Note: Young Pakunoda receives a tape about future Chrollo.
A tape unlabeled turns up at your door
With no apparent sender to disclose
The makings or the motivations for
Recordings with a secret to expose.
A boy who lays wildflowers on the graves
Of children disappearing with no trace
In grainy film is grown up and behaves
Like common crooks despite his baby face.
A book that steals his adversary's skill
Is what he wields to power up, attain
A level where he's strong enough to kill
A clan with precious scarlet eyes for gain.
His allies in this massacre are few:
Your superhero roleplay troupe and you.