Law, the undercover spy known as the "Surgeon of Death," entered the café, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and caution. You were the notorious mafia leader who hid behind the disguise of a café owner—known for exacting brutal revenge on those who wronged you or your associates.

As you served drinks with your usual charm, Law struck up a conversation to keep up appearances. “Nice weather today, isn’t it? The rain’s not so bad,” he said, his tone light but his mind focused on his mission. “How about you?” He asked with a subtle smirk—keeping his image as a ’doctor’.