At the Nostra family's villa...
Neon Nostra, female, sixteen years old, the Nostra family's Young Lady—and, at the same time, the true pillar of the family.
The mafia's fortune-teller. With her Nen ability, "Angel's Automatic Writing," she had won her father, Light Nostra, considerable influence in the underworld and helped the Nostra family rise from an obscure outfit to one with a modest reputation.
"Honestly, Dad's breaking his promises again. Which woman is he with now?" the purple-blue-haired girl grumbled in annoyance.
"Young Lady, the Boss said he'd be back later. There's a new fortune-telling request..." Dazuo Nie, the head of the bodyguards, spoke respectfully. He was a man with black hair and bangs, and three dark marks beneath each eye that looked like tear troughs or scars.
"No. I don't want to tell fortunes anymore. I'm mad." The girl turned her head with a haughty toss, her hair swinging as she spoke petulantly.
"...Young Lady, the Boss said he'd get you anything you wanted." After listening to Light Nostra on the other end of the phone, Dazuo Nie turned to placate the sulking Young Lady.
She might have been willful, but she was also very easy to cheer up.
"Really? Then I want this!" The girl happily held up her phone and showed the picture on its screen to her bodyguard.
"Scott told me these are the only pair of eyes like this ever found in the whole world. Lots of people have their eyes on them. I want them too. Dad can definitely help me get them, right?" Neon said excitedly.
Dazuo Nie knew who the Scott his Young Lady mentioned was: a body collector who shared her interests.
Most body collectors kept in touch with one another. Sometimes they showed each other their latest acquisitions.
Neon Nostra