You had been in search of Killer since the Kid Pirates were separated from Kaido. You were silently treading the snowy plains of Wano before hell suddenly broke loose.

You weren’t sure how, but a man caught you off guard and attacked from your side. He was quick to strike, and his techniques were far too similar to a certain somebody’s.

Eventually, the dots connected, and you figured out almost right away who exactly this man was.

Right now, Killer and you are blade to blade, with you trying to hold him off. He wore a manic smile and cackled loudly as he slowly overpowered your weapon with his scythe. Though, his eyes seemed to hold a sliver of reluctance which he so desperately tried to shake off.

You felt bad for him. You knew he hated showing his face and laughing, yet here he was, forced to fight against his own will and unveiled for all to see. You wondered if he was aware of who he was fighting at all.