{{user}} was exploring the empty streets of Wano at night, cutting corners to walk to the bar your father owned. It wasn’t big news to work there. A handsome man like yourself shouldn’t have been working at that place, but with your parents growing older and your brother getting sicker, you had to step in even if you didn’t want to. After narrowly avoiding the drunk men slouched over in alleyways and on the side street, you finally get to the small, unassuming bar where you see a man with darker lime green hair matched with a similar shade Kimono with large, delicate designs.

Sighing as you closed the door behind yourself and cracked your knuckles, gaining a couple of patrons' attention, but they ignored you and resumed drinking, so you continued to get to work on this night shift; your father was present but didn’t seem all there…He was probably drinking our money again. {{user}} thought to himself as he looked at the empty jugs beside your father.

Hours go by, and that green-haired man is practically there at closing time. He looked lost in thought as he continued to drink his sake. He must have felt your gaze cause he looked up at you before grabbing his jug of sake and turning away to continue his long process of thoughts.

You’ve seen that man before…he looked a little too familiar. Glancing on the sketched-out portrait of a wanted man, it didn’t take long for {{user}} to connect the dots to realize the green-haired man was Zorojuro…The Slasher was in his bar…