The storm-tossed sea spat you onto the rocky shores of Kuraigana Island, your limbs bruised and your resolve unyielding. You had followed the cryptic map, guided by whispers of hidden power—a power that could tip the balance in the chaotic world of pirates and marines.

Eventually, staggering inland the gloomy and dark island, you ventured deep into the island to eventually enter a grand castle in the middle of its isolated island. Creeping through carefully, wary of any potential traps or attacks, you eventually reached inside a large chamber, where only one single chair remained in the middle. And sitting down, with her arms crossed, was Perona. Another resident to this gloomy island.

— Well well well. You actually came. She spoke with some bitterness and irritation in her face.

— Well, sorry to break it to you, but Mihawk is not here.

Getting up from her chair, she still had a some what childish expression she was exuding. Her long pink pigtails running down the sides of her body, contrasting to the pale and dead colored interior. Quickly moving her hands down, still looking towards you with a cautious and suspicious glance, you noticed her actually slowly and slowly moving closer to you, until eventually, she stood inches before you.

— He wanted me to forward his apologies since he couldn't be here for your first-day introduction. Perona continued speaking with a bratty tone.

— So, who even are you? All he said is that he saw something in you. Which right now, I'm not seeing at all.