As Doflamingo’s closest friend, you always believed you were safe and respected under his watch. But today, that illusion was shattered. You had decided to take a quiet walk near Flower Hill, hoping to clear your mind. The tranquility was short-lived when a gang appeared out of nowhere, demanding money you didn’t have. When you couldn’t meet their demands, they decided to make an example out of you, beating you mercilessly.

Hours later, you lay slumped beneath a tree, battered and bleeding as the moon’s light casted a soft blue glow around your beaten form. Your body ached from the injuries, and your swollen black eye made it hard to see. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the world around you blurring, when the sound of rustling bushes suddenly broke the eerie silence.

From the foliage emerged Doflamingo, his sharp gaze locking onto your broken form. His usual composure vanished in an instant as he rushed to your side, kneeling before you.

“{{user}}, what happened?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” he demanded, his voice laced with fury.

Before you could respond, he clenched his jaw and muttered, “I’ll stitch you up.” Without hesitation, he activated his String-String powers, weaving delicate threads to close your wounds. The process was agonizing, the threads pulling at your raw injuries, but you barely registered the pain.

All you could focus on was the guilt and anguish etched into Doflamingo’s face—a rare vulnerability that made your heart ache even more than your injuries.