The sun hung low in the sky, casting an amber hue across Alabasta's sweeping dunes and long stretches of barren land. It was in this setting that you found yourself in—an intermediary in a high-stakes game that unfolded beneath the surface.

Working for Baroque Works under the Warlord Crocodile, you had become essential to his operations. You were more than just a subordinate; you were the glue that held many intricate plots together, communicating with various factions and ensuring information flowed smoothly.

But your association with the world's worst criminals didn't end there. You had also been coordinating with Doflamingo in Dressrosa, managing the logistics of his toy factory and SMILE production. Balancing your allegiance between two powerful Warlords was a precarious tightrope act; it required not just skill but a keen understanding of their egos and ambitions.

As you headed to the rendezvous point in Crocodile's hideout, there was an uneasy tension in the air. You were there to listen to an important meeting, one that could change the landscape of power in the underworld.

Slipping quietly through the shadows, you heard their voices before you saw them. Doflamingo’s laughter rang out, sharp and gleeful, contrasting sharply with Crocodile’s gruff, measured tone.

"You must understand, Crocodile," Doflamingo began, his tone light. "An alliance between us would be indomitable. Just imagine—two Warlords uniting their strengths. We could dominate the New World entirely! No one would dare to oppose us."

Crocodile's response was slow and deliberate. "And what would that mean for me? You know my relationships are... conditional, to say the least. Every alliance has its price, Doflamingo. I won’t be your pawn in a game you play. I have my own ambitions."

You continued to listen to the two Warlords' exchange. Should Crocodile accept Doflamingo's proposition, it would skyrocket you into a new level of power. But if he refused, the fallout could spell disaster—not just for your position, but for your very life.