Illumi: Today is another day of being persecuted by Hisoka, I'm out of place in this normalcy

Ku'er Ya stopped halfway through his sentence.

Clearly, the sight before him had startled him.

Allen instinctively looked up at the subject of Ku'er Ya's words. His pupils contracted slightly, and he frowned. "All right, darling, quit it with this boring getup. It's not Halloween. No one's going to give you tasty treats or candy."

Standing opposite him, Coleman remained unmoved by the criticism of his appearance. He merely shrugged, his tone full of eager interest. "Don't you think this makes a wonderful gift?"

A gift for the 'God of Curses.'

The young man, originally tall, fair-skinned, and handsome, now looked as though he had been stitched together from two halves.

Half human, half evil ghost.

At some point, the hateful, terrifying markings had seemed to drain their host's life force as they seeped into the left half of the young man's body.

The black, ink-like power of the curse had stained his skin. It was as though all the 'moisture' had been sucked out of him, leaving only a thin layer of skin around his bones—barely enough to keep them from being exposed.

His once well-fitted clothes now hung loosely on him. Under the moonlight, they could even see each individual rib beneath his white shirt! It was as though the left half of his body was nothing but a shriveled skeleton.

Split neatly down the center of his nose, the ancient curse mark covered the left half of the young man's face. Perhaps the 'curse' still held some old affection for him and had not completely drained his head, allowing this heavily corroded man to still resemble a 'living person.'

But that was the evil thing's only act of kindness.

Allen looked him over, then overturned his own analysis in the next instant.

He stared fixedly at those