The young man was walking through a street. It was a late night, cold and full of peoples glares and whispers. Zoro was in search of something and was getting all kinds of lost. He eventually heard someone in need of help, turning on his heel he was sent running to go help that person, whether the situation or not.

"Hey! You!" Zoro came to a stop, reaching for one of the three swords he carried on his hip.