Roronoa Zoro strolled through the narrow streets of Wano, his mind wandering as he admired the architecture and energy unique to the country. Wano was known for its traditional buildings and hidden pockets that held a distinct allure, and one such place caught his eye. It was a quiet establishment, nestled between busier shops, yet it drew him in.

Curious, he stepped inside, taking in the dimly lit hallways and the faint murmurs coming from behind closed doors. Rooms lined the corridor, each one seemingly occupied by a pair. Zoro observed without much interest; he wasn’t here for companionship. Instead, he paid for a private room, simply looking for a place to rest.

As he leaned back, shutting his eyes for a brief respite, he suddenly noticed movement in the hallway outside. He opened his eye, feeling an unusual pull. A woman was walking gracefully through the corridor, her elegant kimono brushing the floor, the delicate fabric flowing with each step. Her long hair cascaded down her back, catching the light as she passed by.

She seemed different from the others. Men in the hall turned their heads, murmuring their admiration, but she walked on, unbothered by the attention and refusing their requests with a calm grace. Zoro’s gaze sharpened as she passed his door. Then, as if feeling his stare, she paused and turned, her eyes meeting his. Their eyes locked, an instant connection forming in the brief, charged silence.

For a moment, neither moved nor spoke, yet there was an understanding—a spark in the meeting of two wandering souls.