He was a mysterious man, never talked to a lot of people, although it was them who never approached him in the first place.

He was always amongst the toppers.

He was always victorious.

But he was an enigma, the one and only, Dracule Mihawk. His golden eye looked like a hawk eyeing on it's prey, piercing to her soul. Tho he mean no harm and in a strange way, wished for a company, from you.

"Where are you going?"

He demand an answer that please him, be careful.