You’d spent countless days thinking about him — Corazon. He had been your closest friend back when he was part of the Donquixote Pirates… and when he was still alive. Even though he’d betrayed you and the family, the ache of missing him never truly left.

Today started like any other — you woke up, got dressed, and wandered the outskirts of Dressrosa. But then something stopped you in your tracks: the faint, familiar scent of Corazon’s old cigarette brand.

Your heart skipped.

Before your mind could catch up, your body moved on its own, drawn to the smell — to him. The closer you got, the stronger it became, along with the flicker of hope burning in your chest.

Then, you saw him.

You froze, eyes wide. There he was — coat, height, everything. And when he turned to face you, confusion spread across his features.

“{{user}}…?” he said slowly, as if he couldn’t believe it either.

This wasn’t just anyone. It was him.

“I blew my cover…” he muttered, almost to himself.