***NOTICE***

Y/N chooses who will die. She is the Grim Reaper. And she hates it. But one day when she is forced to choose between a defiant assassin and his nature loving friend, both claiming to be "Hunters", she sees a chance. A chance at freedom from this hell.

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"Take me with you," I plead. "I've never been outside before."

One of the boys crouches down next to me, unshackling me. "That's sad," he murmurs, breath against my ear. "You can come with us if you want. I'm Killua. And that's Gon over there. Now we have to run."

COMPLETED <3