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Sorry about that just now, I was panicking.

Actually I didn't want to publish it yet since it's incomplete.

But I accidentally push the publish button and unpublish it as well.

Yup, definitely panicking.

Sorry again and enjoy reading the pre-update!

Oh and I graduated! Going to senior high this year!

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Third person's POV

"I'm your guide to Zevil Island, Khara's the name!" The woman introduced herself.

Khara, the guide, has short hair with clothes from the hunter association.

She was a cheery woman, almost to a fault, but even she could feel the tension.

Not getting the response she expected, she ignored it at first and continued.

"Participants who have made it this far are now automatically qualified for next year's exam!"

Khara winks.

"So, if you fail don't worry and challenge the exam next year, ok........" she trailed off in the end with one comment in her mind.

Ugh, so depressing.

And so the perky attendant could only turn her face into a sour expression at her failure.

Morté didn't bother to clear the depressing mood those on deck.

It was not her job to babysit and nurse their negativity as she was preoccupied with her own predicament.

Her hold on the blue ribon calming existance disappear as soon as they board the ship.

Because the word 'hunt' has taken her undivided attention.

'Hunt.' Is a word describing a chase to catch or kill animals for food or sport.

Or a game.

The act of hunting was not unfamiliar to her. An old friend of hers just as killing was.

Maybe it was due to the fact that the hunt was what lead to killing in the first place.

Or that the hunt involved the art of killing anyway.

But, no. She knew the fact that her parents were killed by her was the cause.

That nightmare of a memory that continue to haunt her is what made her start the act of taking one's life.

On that day... Did I have another choice...?

A question Morté has that no one have a completely perfect answer.

And it will remain that way unless she trust and believe in her new friends.

Since she definitely won't ask their opinion without the necessary factor: acceptance.

Opening up is one thing, trust is another issue entirely.

"You're a monster. Afterall you're my creation. My masterpiece."

She was-- no, is a monster.

Until the day she believes she has assure herself of her humanity she will tell them.

With being alert as usual she knew her contemplating figure is being approached.

"Mort, how was your job?" She recognized that voice.

Afterall she had the priviledge of hearing it for some years..... constantly... in that same bland lilt.

His already monotone voice is accompanied with a robotic tone.

"Oh, fine. I met Killua, your brother," she informed curtly, didn't even turn to look.

There was no need to lower her volume for she is in the secluded part of the deck.

How was it secluded? Simple. It's where the freaks are.

Meaning: Hisoka is also there with her and Gittarackur a.k.a Illumi.

She herself could be considered a freak. Well....from an ordinary person point of view anyway.

Actually, the strawberry blond assassin and a certain silverette is the common ones among these eccentrics. But definitely not normal.

In fact, she is playing poker with the clown at the moment.

That's not something civillians or a sane person can or will do.

She was—once upon a time—considered normal, but that's a story for another time.

"Kil? So.....what do you think of him?"

"He has potential." That's all she said. With something as short as that, there could be many meanings behind that sentence.

The emotionless man interpreted it differently than she wanted though.

However, it will be her own responsibility. 'She reaps what she sows', yes?

"Hmm..." he hummed in thought.

Better tell mother about this.

Silence ensued the subconsciously labeled 'hazardous' area.

With a draw of a card from the deck Morté decided to end the stalemate.

With a quick check, she then revealed her set of hands: a ten, jack, queen, king and ace all of the same suit.

"Royal flush, I win."

"Kuku, I lose. But I'm still in the lead, 30 - 41," he reminded—no, more like boasted.

He then collect the scattered cards and began to shuffle the deck.

"Yes, yes." She waved it off with the shrug of her shoulder.

Any other time she would have take her time to chit-chat with the two.

This is a different time though. She needs to find out who is her new friends' target.

Giving a small wave, she stood and went straight to one of her destination.

She departed with two stares on the back of her cloaked figure until she dissapears in the shadow.

Illumi still in his disguise as Gittarackur exchanged a glance with Hisoka.

The gesture not missed by our calm and also calming assassin.

Unfortunately, time decided to intervene and blocks her closure.

They have arrived at the fourth phase location, Zevil Island.

With the bell, she changed the course where her feet take her.

The thumping of the wooden flooring never reached her ears, even though her skin could feel every step she takes.

Since years back she realized she unconsciously take more consideration in her actions, to lessen the waste of energy and unnecessary movement.

The skills to be the perfect killing machine is already ingrained in her roots.

To be underestimated is one of them, it ensures easiness to close the distance between target.

And yet she can't help but contradict by wearing a cloak.

It's like she wants to defy the teachings that man beaten into her.

But she did have a deal with her friends to lose the cloak if they passed the third phase.

It was for motivation, but she is not one to break a promise.

For now, she'll extend the time with not reminding them of it.

Every participant gathers at the deck at the moment's notice.

Founding Gon, Killua, Kurapika and Leorio on the deck was an easy task.

They stick together and stand out by being in a group of four.

She inclined her head into a nod to acknowledge the waves and smiles she receives.

Once more by the advantages of order, one by one they embarked each two minutes passed.

"Twenty-third, participant #95.... Start!"

She walked. She hesitated a bit after she crossed the plank, not a second wasted she strayed to the forest.

Expanding her En she keeps track of her competitors.

'En' is her specialty among other Nen techniques. She likes combining it with her Hatsu.

As a result of her constant use, her En evolved and could also expand into a maximum of 30 m radius.

In the hood of the trees, she couldn't help dampening her mood into something darker.

'Hunt.' Is a part of her haunting past.

'Hunt.' Is what made her to what she is today, a monster.

'Hunt.' Is something she despises. Yet is something she is also gifted in.

'Hunt.'

Is the start of something inhuman.

Either be hunted or hunting; predator or prey, it's vicious.