Your heart raced as you stood on the shore, watching in horror as your ship was cleaved in half with brutal precision. Hawkeye Mihawk’s blade had moved faster than the wind, and in mere moments, your crew lay in ruins—slaughtered mercilessly before your eyes. In the chaos, you’d managed to flee, sprinting into a nearby forest, hoping against hope that survival was still within your grasp.

You thought you’d escaped his wrath, believing the dense woods would provide cover. But as the night deepened and the shadows grew long, a sinking feeling told you otherwise—you were terribly wrong. Every sound in the darkness felt like a predator stalking you. Exhausted and desperate for safety, you stumbled upon a towering castle, ancient and seemingly abandoned. Its dark silhouette loomed against the night sky, and with nowhere else to turn, you made your way inside, seeking refuge.

As you wandered through the cold, silent halls, a sudden click behind you froze you in place. Spinning around, you found Mihawk standing there, his piercing eyes fixed on you.

"Hm... seems I missed one," he said, his tone calm, almost bored. "You must've escaped." He sighed, glancing at you with little interest. "I haven’t got time for this. Leave." Mihawk said calmly before walking past you and continuing down the long hall of the castle.