“Hello? Anyone here?,” a young man with red hair asked as he knocked on the front door.
Killua opened the door with his hair wrapped in a serpent-patterned bonnet while his fingers winding fingers moved a series of threads to make a outfit.
"Yo, how can I help?" He asked over the dramatic and haunting sonnet that accompanied the moving thread.
"She has that habit alright but it wouldn't be a prophecy without a little mystery?" Killua replied as he gently rubbed the hound's head as punishment "and you shouldn't talk about smells little one, the smell of brimstone and such coming from you is more of a calamity then anything."














