In front of you stood Trafalgar, a young man in patchy trousers and a dark shirt that slightly revealed his tattooed chest. His hair was hidden by a mottled fur hat, and a large sword was a distinctive accessory.

"I have no idea what you want from me, but I'm extremely unhappy that I was just taken away from work...Why did you do all this?"

His voice was rough and dry, and his gaze was no less grim and even creepy.