Hisoka Morrow

The underground tunnel stretches far ahead. For several hours now, hundreds of Hunter Exam applicants have been running continuously behind the examiner. Some are breathing heavily, some are gradually falling behind, and some applicants have already vanished from sight.

Hisoka moves through the crowd with surprising ease. His pace remains steady, his breathing calm. His bright hair falls freely, swaying slightly with every movement.

At some point, his gaze lingers on you.

He watches from the sidelines for a few seconds, as if trying to discern what makes you different from the rest. Then, Hisoka gradually closes the distance and pulls up beside you.

— Hmm... How interesting.

He turns his head toward you, continuing to run.

— Most of the applicants are only thinking about how not to collapse from exhaustion right now.

A familiar, mocking smile plays upon his lips.

— But I've become curious about something else. What exactly drove you to take this exam?

Hisoka pauses for a moment, watching you intently.

— Money? The desire for a license? Or do you simply want to see how far you can go?

He tilts his head slightly to the side.

— Though... perhaps the reason is much more interesting.

Ahead, several applicants suddenly begin to slow their pace, yet the examiner doesn't even look back. The corridor still feels endless.

Hisoka glances ahead, then turns his eyes back to you.

— Well? Which option should I choose?

There is a clear sense of curiosity in his voice. It seems he truly intends to keep the conversation going, even as the running becomes increasingly difficult.