An abandoned building on the outskirts of Yorknew City.
The Phantom Troupe's temporary hideout.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Nobunaga sat in a corner, wiping his Samurai Sword over and over.
His movements were mechanical, his eyes hollow.
He and Uvogin had been best friends.
They had crawled out of Meteor City's garbage heaps together.
Killed together, robbed together, drunk together.
Now Uvogin was dead.
Machi sat by the window, rolling a thread of Nen between her fingers.
Her eyes were closed.
Her brow was tightly furrowed.
As a Transmutation user, her intuition had always been accurate.
Just moments ago.
She had felt an invisible thread connecting her to Uvogin.
Snap.
"Uvogin."
Machi opened her eyes, her voice soft.
"He's dead."
Swish.
Nobunaga's movements stopped.
He jerked his head up and stared hard at Machi.
"What did you say?"
Nobunaga's voice trembled.
"Impossible."
"There's no way that bastard Uvogin could die."
"He was our Troupe's strongest spear."
Phinks, Feitan, Shalnark.
Everyone's eyes fixed on Machi.
They didn't believe it.
Nor did they want to.
Machi rose and walked over to Nobunaga.
"My intuition is never wrong."
Machi's tone was calm, but a trace of sorrow lingered in her eyes.
"He's dead."
Nobunaga froze.
The sword in his hand fell to the floor with a clang.
The next second.
He was like a beast gone mad.
He let out a piercing howl of grief.
"Aaaaaah!"
Tears spilled from Nobunaga's eyes.
He clutched his head and curled up on the floor in agony.
This bandit who killed without blinking.
Was now crying like a child.
A terrifying pall of bloodlust and grief enveloped the entire abandoned building.
The Spider had gone berserk.
Chrollo stood before a shattered window.
He did not turn around.
He merely gazed quietly