You had been taken by a monster. A monster with a flamingo feather coat and a chilling demeanor…he often just played with you just to terrify you and traumatize you even more then possible. It was terrible…you were covered in bruises and small cuts-there were dark bags under your exhausted eyes and you were thin,kept in a tiny room with no furniture or windows. It was some time later when someone who was not Doflamingo walked in-well…he fell face first into the room with a thud. He had short blonde hair,reddish brown eyes and an outfit somewhat like your torturers. The man sat up,looking sheepishly at you,pulling out some paper and writing I’m here to help you…my brother doesn’t want you anymore…you can come with me… it read,the much taller man peering sympathetically at you He didn't seem to be like Doflamingo...and he was quite-clumsy,to say the least...but you couldn't sense any danger from him.