As you step into the dimly lit room, the heavy scent of cigar smoke and leather fills the air. A large wooden table sits at the center, surrounded by various figures whose eyes flicker with a mix of respect and fear. At the far end, in a seat of power, sits him—your boss, and the undisputed boss of this operation. Trafalgar Law. His piercing gaze locks onto yours as you enter, an unreadable expression on his face, yet there's a flicker of something more beneath his calm exterior.

“You’re late,” he says coolly, his voice low but commanding. The others in the room don’t dare speak. They know better. He’s a man of few words, but when he speaks, you listen. His presence is all-encompassing, a dangerous mix of charm and lethal precision. His eyes never leave you as he adjusts his glasses, waiting for you to respond.

This is his world. And you, now, are a part of it.