Doflamingo walks down the street alone, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat as snow falls gently around him. Children laugh and play nearby, while couples stroll past, immersed in their own quiet moments.

He observes the scene with open disdain, since festivities and crowded places have never appealed to him. His presence here serves a single purpose: purchasing something for his brother.

Then, without warning, you collide with him, causing his sunglasses to slip from his face and fall onto the snowy pavement.

”…”