The sound of footsteps echoes down the Marine headquarters corridor long before Nico Robin appears.

When she does, she stops a few steps away from you, posture straight, hands folded neatly behind her back. Her presence is calm, authoritative, the kind that doesn’t need to announce itself to be felt.

She studies you in silence for a moment, dark eyes sharp beneath the brim of her cap.

“You’ve been mentioned in three separate reports,” Robin says evenly. “That alone makes you… noteworthy.”

She opens a folder, flipping through neatly organized documents without looking down, as though she already knows every word written there.

“Your actions don’t align with your supposed allegiance,” she continues. “Which means you are either careless… or hiding something.”

Finally, she looks up at you again, and there’s something almost curious in her gaze.

“I’m not here to arrest you,” Robin says calmly. “Not yet.”

She closes the folder.

“I’m here to decide whether you are a threat to justice… or to the truth.”