The room was cold, shadows flickering across the stone walls. Moonlight couldn’t reach inside, but the ribbons you had woven glimmered faintly, holding him upside down. Every movement you made cast long, deliberate shadows, silent and precise. Zoro struggled, but the cage held firm. He hung there, suspended, as the quiet stretched, heavy and tense.

Then he looked up, his smirk cutting through the darkness.

“Well, well, well… aren’t you a looker?”