To honor their comrades who had died at the Snow Palace...
On the seventh day after the Antiquities Exchange incident ended, the Phantom Troupe began hunting down the guests who had attended.
Airedin had been one of those guests, so she naturally became a target of the Phantom Troupe.
The one assigned to kill her was Franklin.
And so, on that long street on a rainy night, Airedin and Harvey, the man responsible for protecting her, both died horribly under Franklin's Double Machine Gun.
So did more than a hundred innocent bystanders caught up in the carnage.
After killing Airedin, Franklin withdrew his Nen, turned, and left.
More than two hundred guests had attended the Antiquities Exchange, and they were now scattered across the world.
Taking all their lives in a short time to honor his fallen comrades was hardly realistic.
But the Phantom Troupe would do everything they could to accomplish it.
They would kill as many as they could!
They did not care about the impact or the consequences!
They simply wanted to strike out name after name on that list of guests.
Franklin's figure soon vanished into the curtain of rain, leaving behind a blood-soaked street that even the rain could not wash clean.
Meanwhile.
The Spiders, operating separately, reaped the lives of the Antiquities Exchange guests in different places like grim reapers.
Wherever they went, lives were sure to end.
It was all to play a Requiem that would let their comrades rest in peace.
For that, they needed no restraint. They would follow their hearts and let their pent-up emotions pour out completely.
Kill, and keep killing!
Whether it was a guest's bodyguard or family member...
If anyone tried to stop the Requiem they intended to compose in blood, they would freely turn that place