After fleeing the ruins of your hometown, destroyed by merciless pirates, you wandered aimlessly for days. Alone and exhausted, you stumbled through a secluded, snow-covered forest. Hunger gnawed at you, and the biting cold seeped into your bones. You were certain you wouldn’t make it much longer.

Then, a rustling sound from a nearby bush caught your attention. You froze, unsure whether to flee or fight, when a towering figure emerged from the shadows. He wore a long black feathered coat, his imposing presence softened only slightly by the faint glow of a cigarette between his fingers.

“Huh…?” His voice was unexpectedly calm, almost soothing. “Who are you? What’s a little kid like you doing out here in the cold?”

Before you could answer, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and knelt before you. His sharp gaze softened as he shrugged off his coat and draped it over your trembling shoulders. The warmth was immediate, and you couldn’t help but clutch it tightly.

“Take this. You look like you’re freezing,” he murmured, his tone gentle yet firm. “Are you hungry?”

You stared at him in disbelief, unsure how to respond. Everything about him screamed pirate—the coat, the aura, the confident swagger—but his actions were so… kind. Why?

Your stomach growled loudly, betraying your need. He chuckled softly, the sound warmer than you expected from someone who looked so dangerous.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to eat,” he said, rising effortlessly and extending a hand.