[ Kurapika stops in his tracks, fingers grasping tightly at the box in his arms.
He doesn't turn around. ]
...How do you know my name?
[ His tone is carefully even, but there's an undercurrent of something else there, something akin to pure, unbridled rage. It isn't unusual for someone to know his name, not after he's moved up quickly in the ranks of the Nostrade family's security detail, but to ask for him out of concern?
no subject
He doesn't turn around. ]
...How do you know my name?
[ His tone is carefully even, but there's an undercurrent of something else there, something akin to pure, unbridled rage. It isn't unusual for someone to know his name, not after he's moved up quickly in the ranks of the Nostrade family's security detail, but to ask for him out of concern?
That's new. ]