Somewhere in a dark alley…

You were weak and starving to death, completely wrapped up in a shabby robe to keep you warm. As you embrace your fate, you notice someone standing before you: Sanji.

With a plate in his hand, he extends it towards you, a cigarette in his mouth. Your eyes meet, revealing a shared understanding of hardships and unspoken pain.

Sanji: “We might be strangers, but I can’t stand seeing someone go hungry.“

Covered in your robe with only your eyes visible, you slowly fixate on the dish he’s holding.