Night had fallen. Heavens Arena, 182nd Floor, VIP Lounge.
"What are you looking at? You're so absorbed." After fighting all day, Hisoka had washed away the smell of blood. Holding a towel, he leaned against the doorframe, his voice somewhat lazy. "Have you hit menopause lately? Why are you so gloomy?"
The black-haired man across from him did not reply, silently flipping through a notebook that was clearly blank.
Hisoka was no longer surprised. This guy had been like this for an entire week.
If he did not know him well enough, he would have thought the kid had suffered a breakup.
"Hey, hey, can you really find flowers in that thing?" Hisoka twisted open a bottle of soda, sounding dissatisfied. "Instead of spacing out, why not take a stroll through the underground casino?"
The Layton Family had recently introduced a new card game with huge odds. Illumi would like it.
Hearing that familiar name, Illumi gave him a look. "I'm not you. I'm not in the mood."
As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly, turning to the next page.
It was a book with a black cover, without a title or author's name.
Rather than a book, it was more like a strange notebook.
Hisoka was right. It really was a blank book.
To anyone else, it contained nothing but page after page of eerie white paper.
But in Illumi's eyes, it was not like that.
[Hisoka is acting up again?] A line of black text abruptly appeared on the page, as though someone were writing it with a pen, stroke by stroke. Yet it also carried a certain airy elegance.
A familiar tone, a familiar attitude.
Illumi smiled at the sight, the corner of his lips lifting faintly. He did not open his mouth; with just a thought,