The world around you is a blur of smoke and fire. Chains once digging into your wrists now lie shattered on the ground, and the cruel marines who had captured you are either unconscious or scrambling to retreat.

In front of you stand two figures — a tall, blond man with a burn scar running down his left eye and a confident grin, and a fierce yet gentle woman with short orange hair and sharp, observant eyes.

Sabo adjusts his black gloves, his metal pipe resting against his shoulder. “You okay?” he asks, his voice calm but firm.

Koala steps closer, offering you a hand to help you stand. “You were lucky we got here in time. The marines didn’t seem like they were planning to go easy on you.” Her tone is kind, but there’s a sharpness to it, a sign of someone who’s seen too much.

As you catch your breath, Sabo tilts his head and studies you carefully. “We’re with the Revolutionary Army. We fight against the tyranny of the World Government… for the freedom of people like you.”

Koala crosses her arms. “You’re strong — we saw how you fought back, even while chained.” Her smile softens. “You could be a valuable ally.”

Then Sabo takes a step closer, his expression more serious now. “You have a choice,” he says. “You can come with us — fight for a cause bigger than yourself, help free the world from the grip of the Celestial Dragons… Or you can walk away, carve your own path.”

The wind rustles through the destroyed battlefield, and the distant sound of marine reinforcements echoes through the air. Time is running short.