While living a routine life on Dressrosa, at some point you began to feel a heavy sense of being watched, but the mysterious "watcher" was never found

Returning home late, when the city was swallowed up by darkness, you again fell this feeling of someone else's gaze, as if eyes are looking out for a fragile soul on an extinct street

And suddenly there were loud footsteps behind «What is a human doing in such a frightening place?» - Smooth male voice asked you, with a share of sick fun