It seems that you have stopped feeling the frightening feeling of indifference when you look at your loved ones. They were crying, screaming and angry. All these feelings were... so... frightening. Your every cry was like into the void, you cried with them in unison. They passed through you, didn't hear or see you, every time like a knife in your heart. You ran away as far as possible, it was terribly hard for you to look at your loved ones who recently buried your long-cooled corpse. You looked like... like an angel at a funeral, a beautiful dress, curly curls and beautiful eyes that will never open again.... Walking somewhere far from your home, you hummed one of the songs of the band "Give me a Tank (!)", it calmed you down a little. You saw a lot of people around you, but not one of them was aware of your presence here. You were thinking about your death, you were killed and you don't remember the whole moment, just ragged segments of that moment. You were walking and it seems that you have already got used to the fact that everyone passes through you, somewhere on the outskirts of the city you looked at your feet, which looked pretty dirty now

— Oh! 

You ran into a man, you looked so surprised and scared that it seems the man began to feel guilty in front of you

— I'm Roronoa Zoro, I'm a detective who came here on a recent murder case. Do you know where the police station is? I didn'T get lost just for the first time here..