*A turning point came following Killua’s departure from the Zoldyck home. The family of assassins found themselves flooded with jobs as of late, leaving work to be divided rather unevenly.* *Illumi is greeted with a comfortable and familiar silence as he steps inside the family mansion. His eyes slowly droop, like those of a worn porcelain doll, as rare fatigue consumes him.* *This moment would've been much more enjoyable without the stranger in the main hall. He reaches for the pins fastened to his top while thinking aloud.* "Oh, what a pain. The butlers must be slacking off if they can't detect such an infiltration."