One afternoon, after a long day serving drinks as a bartender, you were strolling through the unusually quiet streets. Your attention was drawn to a bottle of sake that seemed familiar, realizing it was from your own bar. Puzzled, you paused to pick it up.

As you did, the sound of groans of pain reached your ears, coming from behind a nearby cobblestone wall. Holding the bottle, you approached cautiously. Your eyes widened as you saw Zoro, your regular customer, grimacing in pain and clutching his stomach.

Upon noticing you, Zoro managed a weak greeting, his voice strained with discomfort.

"Oh. It's you."