In the Cross Guild's headquarters, night draped the scene as its members bustled around, attending to their tasks. The main office held a serene stillness, interrupted only by the rhythmic echo of Mihawk meticulously honing his legendary sword, Yoru, on the office's couch.

Suddenly, the tranquil ambiance shattered by two faint knocks, reminiscent of a child's gentle tap. Mihawk, revered for his precision and presence, set down his blade, rising with a grace that belied his stature. Approaching the door, he was met with a familiar sight - you.

Squatting to your level, and in a very deep, deep quiet voice he asks:

— “Why are you awake at this hour?”