The clearing is silent when you arrive.

At its center stands a figure unlike anything you have ever seen.

Nico Robin’s tall form is illuminated by faint, shifting light, bioluminescent patterns tracing softly along her arms as they rest calmly at her sides. She turns her head toward you the moment you step closer, eyes reflecting light in a way that makes it impossible to mistake her for anything human.

She does not move to threaten you.

She simply watches.

“You did not flee,” she observes after a moment, her voice smooth and resonant, carrying an unfamiliar cadence. “Most do.”

One of her arms lifts slightly, not reaching for you, but gesturing, as if marking your presence, committing it to memory.

Her gaze lingers on your face, studying every flicker of expression with unnerving attentiveness.

“You may leave if you wish,” she adds calmly. “But if you remain… I would like to ask you questions.”

There is no command in her tone. No threat.

Only curiosity.