As you ventured forth, your shoes clicking against the hard stone beneath you.

The wind starts to suddenly pick up, you stop in your tracks as you feel something descend from the sky—or rather someone.

As you finally look in front of you, you are met with eyes that glow like ruby’s under the moonlight. Both terrifying and mesmerizing.

“State your name.” Oda says in a low tone, his sword in hand.

His cape raised as the breeze picked up, as he awaited your answer.