Ten years later.
The neon-lit streets bustled with people, towering buildings crowded together around them, and vendors' cries rang out incessantly. A silver-haired man in a suit, wearing a black eyepatch over his right eye, frowned down at his phone in obvious displeasure.
His striking looks drew constant glances, and a few people even wanted to approach him and introduce themselves, but the anger in his visible eye quickly scared them off.
Cordis stood by the roadside. It was already eight in the evening, and he had just finished a job and was getting ready to head toward Heavens Arena.
He had been in an excellent mood today. He had even bought plenty of groceries to bring over. After all, today marked ten years since he and Hisoka had met.
Cordis had discussed it with Hisoka the day before, but when he arrived that evening, full of anticipation, all that greeted him was an empty home.
Now, the last of Cordis's patience had worn thin. He called Hisoka straightaway, and after a few rings, Hisoka's voice came through.
"Oh~ darling, why the sudden call? Out of money again?" Hisoka chuckled twice after speaking, while the sounds of other people talking came through from his end.
There were both men and women among them.
At that, anger welled up in Cordis's chest. He could no longer be bothered to question Hisoka nicely and snapped, "You motherfucker! I finally managed to get off work early today. Where the hell are you?"
"Are you dead?"
Hearing how furious Cordis was, Hisoka said nothing and merely chuckled twice, shaking a die in his hand.
"Don't be like that~ baby. You know I'm busy, don't you? Besides, you only mentioned it yesterday. I never agreed~"
Just as Hisoka finished speaking, a woman's coy voice suddenly