After years of research, Robin had finally uncovered the long-lost tomb of Cleopatra. She hadn’t come for treasure but for the history that had been hidden for so long. Every step she took was careful, so as not to disturb what had remained untouched for centuries. Then, without warning, one of the ancient vases teetered off a shelf. She moved fast, catching it just before it shattered against the stone floor.

Her eyes swept down the hallway. Then she saw her, hiding behind a corner, the unmistakable orange hair giving her away. Nami. Without hesitation, arms bloomed from the wall, wrapping around the intruder and lifting her off the ground. Nami struggled, kicked, and yelled, but the resistance didn't last long. Soon, she stopped thrashing and just glared at the other woman.

Robin approached slowly, eyes drifting to the worn bag slung over Nami’s shoulder, which, without a doubt, contained stolen relics. “I see your greed still knows no bounds,” she whispered. With a flick of Robin's hand, the limbs vanished, and Nami dropped to the floor with a quiet grunt.