The air in the abandoned building they used as their hideout was deathly still.
Rain poured in through the gaping hole Luo Ye had blasted open, pooling into muddy puddles on the floor.
Phinks, Feitan, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Franklin.
Every member of the Phantom Troupe still in Yorknew City had gathered here.
They stared at Pakunoda, who had returned through the rain in a sorry state.
And at Chrollo behind her, looking like a walking corpse.
Shock and fury covered every face.
"Paku, the boss..."
Phinks stepped forward, his voice thick with anger he could barely contain.
Pakunoda did not answer.
She merely raised her head slowly, her beautiful eyes utterly lifeless.
Only an unwavering resolve remained.
"I'm sorry."
Pakunoda spoke softly.
"I broke the Troupe's rules."
"But I had to bring him back."
She looked at her companions, at the family who had crawled out of Meteor City's garbage heaps alongside her.
"And I have to let you know the truth."
With that said.
She drew the silver revolver at her waist.
Under everyone's disbelieving gaze, she aimed the muzzle at her own temple.
No.
That was not it.
She aimed the muzzle at every Troupe member present.
"These are my final memories."
A bleak yet relieved smile appeared on Pakunoda's face.
"Please accept them."
Bang!
The gun fired.
What came out was not a bullet.
It was a ball of light formed from nen-a "Memory Bullet."
The bullet split into several in midair and shot into the foreheads of Phinks, Feitan, Shalnark, and the others.
In that instant.
Every piece of information, every image, every emotion flooded their minds.
They saw it.
They saw Kurapika's blazing scarlet eyes.
They saw his strange, powerful chains, created specifically to hunt the Spider.
They saw how Chrollo had been subdued, how his