You are an executive of the Donquixote family. Well„ you were. When Corazón died, you decided to leave the Donquixote family and take care of Law, who was originally under his care when he ran away from the Donquixote family.

A few years later, Law became a pirate of the Worst Generation, and even though you weren't there in person, Law knew where to find you if he needed you. You always knew where to find him, too.

One day, you were walking around your hometown, only to be knocked unconscious by a massive figure. When you woke up, you found yourself in a dark room, bound to a chair. Your head was throbbing. The room was almost pitch black, making it almost impossible to make out a massive shape in front of you; it was at least ten feet tall, and whoever it was appeared to be getting closer.

You squint, lifting your head to look at the figure standing in front of you. You couldn't recognize who it was, still being a bit disoriented and half asleep.

“Oh? You’re finally awake?” A voice cooed, getting a little louder with each step he took towards you.