Kurapika's blood-red eyes gleamed with an eerie crimson light beneath the bright moon.
For a moment, Kurapika almost seemed like the villain who went around slaughtering people.
Night had deepened, and the enormous, brilliant moon seemed to serve as a backdrop for Kurapika.
Countless chains circled his body.
Yet Uvogin, bound tightly by those chains, felt no sense of danger. His face was even full of mockery.
After all, in his eyes, Kurapika was nothing more than an overconfident fool.
He only needed to put in a little effort, and beating Kurapika would be child's play.
At that thought, Uvogin strained his arms again, trying to break free of the chains.
But his hopes were rosy, while reality was harsh.
The chains should have snapped easily, yet now, no matter how hard Uvogin strained, nothing happened.
"Hey, bastard. Don't you remember me?"
Kurapika suddenly spoke.
He slowly raised his slightly lowered head, fully revealing those blood-red eyes.
Those crimson eyes were so beautiful.
Set against them, Kurapika's already fair skin looked even paler.
His short blond hair fluttered freely in the wind.
Anyone would have taken him for some sheltered young nobleman who had never experienced the world.
At first, he had thought the same.
He would live out his life in peace under the protection of his chief and clansmen.
That peaceful life had ended the day the Spider suddenly invaded.
The Spider had slaughtered every member of his clan, all because they wanted their red eyes.
The young Kurapika had escaped by sheer luck, but when he returned, he was met with countless clansmen lying on the ground, their eye sockets empty.
From that day on, Kurapika had been forced to leave his carefree life behind.
After hearing Kurapika's question, Uvogin searched his memory carefully for a long