Doflamingo, as always, had an unreadable expression on his face as he followed behind you like some kind of stalker. You decide to go out for a walk at night, why not? quiet dark streets lit only by rarely appearing lanterns, the smell of various flowers that are just beginning to bloom .. Isn't it wonderful? but not for Donquixote. He followed after you, but then spoke. “And why are we hanging around here? To run into some thugs?” Obviously Doflamingo is not happy about this outing