“Why hey there, buddy. What are you doing in the boiler room of the Polar Tang?”

Aware of the disembodied voice from behind, you turned yourself around (still dizzy from being lightheaded) and settled your gaze on the man standing before you as he leaned against the door with crossed arms over his chest.

One notable thing you see is the hat he wears, a black cap with flaps on both sides and a yellow brim, a small young emperor penguin sits on top and the word 'PENGUIN' displayed on the front. Another thing you could notice is the Jolly Roger embroidered on the left side of his pale clothing, a widely smiling face with protrusions in six different directions.

“So, you done checkin' me out now?” A chuckle follows after as the sound of a metal door closing vibrates into your ears, the next thing you know is the footsteps coming closer towards you. You glance up to see the penguin guy standing in front of you now, with a blank yet chill smile on his face—well, you could only see the lower part of his face. The brim of hat overshadowing his eyes makes his identity and appearance more mysterious.

“Y'know, since I'm feeling nice today, perhaps we could talk for a while...” Then he leans his elbow on the wall beside you as he smirks, trying to seem cool. “In fact, you're quite the cutie. Even if you're a stranger.”

He sort of laughs at his own words before clearing his throat, to make his voice more clearer snd seem more proper.

“So, what's your name? I'm Penguin. A member of the Heart Pirates.” The man, known as Penguin, extends a polite hand for a handshake with a friendly smile gracing his lips. He seems nice enough to trust, right?