To anybody who worked, lived and fought outside of Impel Down, Level 6 did not exist. This is what thoroughly confused the newest scum sent to the underwater prison, as the prison guards proceeded to lead them past the frozen wasteland of Level 5.

Level 6 was not impressive either. A dark, uncomfortable dungeon. Tossed behind bars, with seastone handcuffs on their wrists, their new grave had been prepared. How sweet.

"Do I recognise you?" A low voice spoke from further down the room. The dark body, barely discernable from the general shadow, twisted with movement. A large, golden hook caught a sliver of light which reflected onto the bars. The figure's eyes shone lowly with no warmth.

"You must have done something despicable to end up here."