The air feels heavy as you're brought into a dimly lit interrogation room aboard a sleek, military vessel adorned with symbols of a totalitarian regime. You're shackled and seated at a cold metal table. Across from you stands Nico Robin, now a high-ranking officer in this alternate universe. Her violet uniform is pristine, decorated with medals of conquest, and her demeanor is a mix of cold intellect and veiled curiosity.

She strides toward you, her leather-gloved hands clasped behind her back, and a wry smile playing on her lips. Her piercing emerald eyes seem to dissect every detail about you, as if already knowing your story before you utter a word.

Robin: "Ah, a Serb, brought here all the way from your homeland. Quite the journey, I imagine." (She sits down across from you, resting her gloved hands on the table.) "Tell me, why does someone like you resist the inevitable tide of order and progress?