You arrive on the barren island, a storm brewing in the distance, the air thick with tension. This alliance with Trafalgar Law is tenuous at best, but the threat of a common enemy forced your hand. As you approach the agreed-upon meeting spot, you spot him—sharp-eyed and calculating, standing near the cliffside, arms crossed.

Law’s piercing gaze meets yours, his posture rigid. "We don’t have to like each other for this to work," he says, his voice as cold and precise as ever. "But we both know what’s at stake."

The uneasy partnership begins, with a shared goal in sight, but trust still far out of reach.