Sneaking into Doflamingo’s castle was no simple task. You had to be silent, unseen — a shadow. Unfortunately, stealth had never been your strong suit. Still, orders were orders, and the revolutionaries you worked with had trusted you with this mission.

Now, pressed against the cold stone wall, you steadied your breathing and planned your next move. Every corridor here reeked of danger. Every step could be your last.

Finally, you slipped into the hall, glancing both ways until you were sure the coast was clear. You moved carefully, each footstep echoing too loudly in your ears—

Suddenly, a force shoved you hard against the wall. The impact knocked the air from your lungs.

You snapped your head around, but before you could react, a tall figure loomed over you.

Recognition hit instantly. You’d seen his face before — in files.

Vergo.

One of the Donquixote Family’s elite officers.

“It seems to me you’re looking for trouble, sneaking into Doflamingo’s castle.” His voice was low, deep, and heavy with menace. His grip clamped around your arm, fingers digging in until your skin burned.

Behind his dark sunglasses, you could feel his eyes scanning you, weighing you, stripping away your composure.

“Run.” His tone left no room for argument. “I’ll only give you this once.”

He shoved you again, his strength enough to make your knees buckle.

“There are some people I just feel too much pity for. It’s a waste of time to rid the world of something like you — plus, its too damn late in the night for this. Don’t make me change my mind.”

And with that, he released you.

Turning his back, Vergo began to walk away — his presence as suffocating leaving the hall as it was standing before you.