You weave through the crowded streets of the city, your eyes scanning the towering structures that loom overhead. Everything about this place feels suffocating; the rigid, uniform buildings stacked too close together, the lack of open sky, the eerie silence in between the bustle of people who seem too preoccupied with their own lives to acknowledge the world around them. It's a city of order, of confinement, and it sets your nerves on edge.

Just as you start to wonder if anyone here even has a shred of excitement left in them, a sudden commotion draws your attention.

"Hahaha! What kinda city is this?!" A loud, boisterous voice cuts through the air. "Everything’s so stiff and boring! Where’s the fun? Where’s the adventure?"

You turned just in time to see a young man standing in the middle of the street, hands on his hips, staring at the buildings like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was wearing a red vest, blue shorts, and sandals: definitely not dressed for city life. A straw hat hung from his neck, swaying slightly as he moved.

He stretches his arms above his head, yawning before letting them snap back to his sides. The people around him cast wary glances, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.

Then, his gaze lands on you.

"Oi!" he calls out, jogging over like you’re an old friend. "You look way less boring than everyone else here! I’m Monkey D. Luffy!" His grin widens as he jabs a thumb at his chest. "And I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates!"