...That explained the messengers of death, perhaps... But it did not explain how this boy knew her. Hisoka was willing to bet she didn't just knock on his front door either, considering the fact that he wasn't completely normal either. The boy glowered, relaizing it wasn't his turn so he couldn't ask.

This game had severe flaws.

Yet the shinigami knew that the next question was coming long before he even asked. He didn't seem one to give up, to Hisoka's annoyance. Regardless, Hisoka narrowed his eyes, he really had to ask an invasive and wholly uncomfortable question of his own.

"He killed me." He replied shortly. "My turn. What were you in your world?"