The moment the Devil Fruit ability hits her, the air fractures.

Not with sound, but with pressure.

Robin staggers, and then doesn’t.

She splits.

Three bodies emerge where one stood before, each landing on the deck in a different stance, each breathing, alive, real.

Silence.

Then-

The Scholar straightens first, adjusting the glasses on her face, eyes scanning the area calmly. “…Fascinating,” she murmurs. “This appears to be a full psychological division, not an illusion.”

The Guardian looks around in panic before spotting you, her face immediately softening. “Are you okay?” she asks urgently, stepping closer to you. “Did it hurt you? Are you scared?”

The Survivor remains still, arms crossed, eyes sharp and cold as she surveys everything. She didn't say anything, only observed.

All three turn toward you at once.

Three voices. One name.

“Something went very wrong.” The Scholar says calmly.