The young painter Kurapika has been suffering from insomnia recently, but he doesn't know that what is hidden under this insomnia is his original past.
"Chrollo, Chrollo. I hate you."
"Chrollo?" Who are you?
Do you believe in the eternity of the soul?
If there is only one soul, do you believe that salvation and redemption can resolve some unforgettable pain?
"I believe it." Chrollo said.
He smiled like a crying clown in a circus.
He wanted to atone for his own sins, and he wanted to save the one he loved most.
(Tuanku fictional article, medium to long length)
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