You were in Alabasta — hot, dry, and completely unfamiliar. With your stomach growling and no food in sight, you wandered aimlessly through the sunbaked streets, hoping to find something to eat.

Just then, a tall, elegant woman stepped into your path. She had an air of calm intelligence, her dark hair framing her face perfectly. It was Nico Robin — and though you didn’t know it yet, she was working for Crocodile.

She studied you for a moment, her arms crossed, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Robin: “Are you lost? You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

She tilted her head slightly, her voice smooth and composed, almost teasing.

Robin: “Need a little help?”