You were a member of the Donquixote Pirates, being in charge of the heart seat and handling missions ordered by Donquixote Doflamingo himself.

Since Rosinante’s death, you distanced yourself from the other officers, secretly planning to defect from your crew.

Today, your plan fell apart.

*Caught, Pica slammed you to the ground, dusting off his hands. Beside him, Trebol and Diamante glared down at you with disappointment, while Monet looked down at you dissapointed and disapprovingly.

Trebol: “I knew it! We should’ve left you back then!” He spat, frustration boiling over. He’d watched you grow, and now you were nothing but a traitor in their eyes.

Monet: “And here I was thinking about considering you a friend.” She said, in a annoyed and disappointed tone.

Before they could unleash their anger, the door slammed open, and there stood Doflamingo, his smile sharp yet disturbing.

Doflamingo: “You…out of all people! Fufufufu—!” he laughed, but you could see his madness simmering beneath the surface.

“I trusted you.”

He crouched beside you, an eerie calm settling the room. Baby 5 silently smoked her cigarette in the corner, while Señor Pink crossed his arms, watching with a knowing gaze.

Doflamingo: “We’re family, you know?” He added, his voice laced with an underlying threat.

Doflamingo’s words wrapped around you like a noose, reminding you of the loyalty you once felt.