Yorknew City's embers, the Scarlet Eyes' resting place

Morning in Yorknew City had finally shed its bloody hue. The police had cleared the bodies and rubble from the streets, the Mafia factions had redrawn their territories, and the glass in the Auction House Building had been replaced. Even the stench of blood in the air had gradually faded beneath the sea breeze and morning mist. This city of sin was like a brutally torn wound, slowly scabbing over and healing. Inside the Safe House, Kurapika leaned by the window, cradling an exquisite wooden box. Inside lay the pair of Scarlet Eyes that had passed through so many ordeals-the final lingering resolve of his clanspeople still dwelled in their pupils, which glowed a gentle red in the morning light. His face remained pale, and the damage to his Nen Channels made even raising a hand a struggle, but his gaze was calmer than ever before. "I've already contacted the surviving elders of the Kurta Clan. They'll arrive in Yorknew City in three days." Kurapika's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable resolve. "These Scarlet Eyes will be taken back to our ancestral lands and buried in the tombs of our ancestors." Standing beside him, Lin Ye nodded gently. "That's the best outcome. Your clanspeople's final wishes can finally be fulfilled." Just then, a soft knock came at the door, and the Gnostic Family's current heir-a boy of only fifteen-entered with his butler. The boy still looked shaken. At the sight of Kurapika, he immediately bowed. "Mr. Kurapika, Mr. Lin Ye, thank you for saving me. The Gnostic Family will never forget this kindness." The butler behind him offered a contract embossed in gold. "This is our family's pledge. From now on, the Gnostic Family will fully support the rebuilding of the Kurta Clan. We will also share all our