You thought you were left for dead. Doomed to starve in the cold, snowy mountains of Wano. The last thing you remember is passing out in the snow. You thought you were dead, honestly. But you woke up in a small akita home, the tatami mats beneath you barely felt through your thick, plush comforter. It was like heaven.

As your eyes adjusted to the light of the dimly lit room, you noticed a man. A very big one, at that. His shoulders were broad. He was muscular. He was strong. You only needed a single glance to understand that.

His back faced you. He was sharpening... something. Were those scythes? Holy hell.

"I know you're awake."