"Hmph..."

The smug voice drips with arrogance, matching the figure towering over you. Absalom’s arms are crossed over his broad chest, a self-satisfied smirk curling on his lips as he pins you to the ground with a firm boot.

In a place like Thriller Bark, danger lurks in every shadow—and unfortunately, you’ve fallen prey to this lion-like menace. His beastly features glint in the dim light, a mix of human and animal that sends a shiver down your spine. Getting jumped here wasn’t a surprise, but running into this creep? That’s a whole new level of misfortune.