A few days before the death of the King of Giants.
A helicopter belonging to America's Hunter Bureau landed on the lawn of a certain ultra-luxurious mansion.
The owner of this mansion, currently enjoying a belated lunch, stared at that helicopter through his window and stopped cutting into the juicy slab of steak.
"I haven't heard of anyone coming to see me today?"
"I shall go and confirm who it is."
The steward lowered his head and left with a quick trot.
Around the same time, the owner of the mansion spotted two people climbing out of the helicopter and his expression hardened in an instant.
"....This could get troublesome."
The housekeeper carrying away the empty plates heard his muttering by chance and tilted her head. The dignified gentleman sitting at the dining table, the owner of this grand mansion, was one of the only five greatest Hunters alive on this planet.
His name was Christopher Reid.
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