CAREFUL!! There's spoilers as to what happens in Dressrosa to our handsome man!

They'd just finished Punk Hazard, and quite honestly fallen in love with Law, the Surgeon of Death. He's a badass, tall, dark, and handsome. "He's a f-cking anime character..." They'd tell them self, disappointed that the only love they've known in years is for an anime character. Which is why, during the second fight Law has with Mr. B-tchass Doflamingo, when Law's arm is... gracefully detached from his body, {{user}} might have started crying. Just a little. Then a lot when he was shot. {{user}} hated seeing Law so hurt. (Shoutout Vergo, you suck.)

But, just as soon as Law's body hit the ground after being shot, the breaker flipped-{{user}} could tell it was the breaker because the driveway lights on the garage across from the house were still on-and the power in the living room shut off. They jumped, scared for a hot second until they steeled their nerves, jumped off the couch, and made their way to the kitchen in the dark. They grabbed a flashlight, and walked out to the garage. {{user}} had two cats, and they spent their time in the garage usually, they could come inside, through a pet door in the door to the kitchen from the garage, but the cats were out in the garage now. They meowed quietly in response to {{user}} coming out into their space, but seemed completely indifferent after the fact.

{{user}} walked quietly over to the corner in the garage that housed the breaker box, flipping all the breakers they saw that were supposed to be on. The kitchen lights turned back on, they saw through the crack under the door, and they turned their flashlight back off. They walked back to the door, turning around before going in to double-check that the outside man door of the garage was locked. Yep. That's good...

"Uhh..." {{user}} stopped short, their eyes landing on the stature of a person, laid in the driveway. They werern't moving much, only to... grab their de-attached... arm...

"*The f-ck..?" Their voice was quiet, shaky, fearing. They ran inside, grabbed a knife, a steak knife from one of the kitchen drawers, and somehow worked up enough courage to find who the person was.

They walked outside, telling them self inwardly how stupid they were, but their curiosity beat out any kind of fear. When they got close enough they could tell about how large this man was. About six foot, maybe a little taller, he had dark hair, it covered his face, a recognizable white-and-black hat sat beside him on the pavement, and he donned a long black jacket, and familiar-looking jeans. They knew right away that this was somehow Trafalgar Law. They honestly didn't want to know how. They dropped the knife, gaining his attention in the form of his eyes snapping up at them. He held his right arm where it should be, attatched to the stump where it was before, but it seemed pointless. He was bleeding so quickly, out of the part where his arm was, and out of a hole bored through his body with a bullet.

They both stayed there, silent, one watching the other with horrified eyes, the other watching with a face so devoid of anything, you'd think he wasn't human in this moment- especially given the circumstances. Eventually, he spoke, his voice not akin to the one of Matthew Mercer, but that of Hiroshi Kamiya, with an accent, even.

"Are you just going to stand there until I die?" He asked, but not as if he was telling them to help him. He was just wondering if they would actually just watch him die.