The dim lights of the teahouse flickered as the evening wore on, and Nico Robin, in the guise of a graceful geisha, moved through the quiet space with practiced elegance. Her eyes, however, remained sharp, constantly observing, listening, as she tried to gather vital information about Kaido and his forces. The night had been long, and the weight of her mission rested heavily on her shoulders.

But then, the sliding door opened, and you stumbled in, blood staining your clothes and a pained look on your face. Instantly, Robin's eyes widened, recognizing you. thankfully she was alone, and she hurried over to where you collapsed onto the wooden floor.

"{user}," she whispered, worry filling her voice as her hands moved to check your injuries. "What happened?" Her voice remained soft and tender as it usually whenever she spoke to you, but the concern was evident.