What If Killua Had Chosen a Different Path That Day

Three weeks ago, his hand was reaching for Gon's. Tonight, it's reaching for a dying man's throat. Killua Zoldyck walked away from the one friend who made him believe he could be something other than a killer—and walked straight back into the only life his family ever allowed him. Assassination after assassination. No names. No faces he lets himself remember. Just the Zoldyck way: never fail the mission. But control is slipping. A single memory—a smile, a laugh, a promise of "everything's fun