You were running through the crowded streets of the city, slaloming between citizens as a slew of Marines chased you, yelling for you to stop. They were pointing their rifles at you but thanks to the civilians, they couldn’t fire. But as you were looking over your shoulder, trying to figure out where they were, you accidentally bumped into someone, who stopped your run and knocked you to the ground. The person also lost their balance, falling backwards. “Damn it!” you cursed, feeling the backside ache from the blow. The man turned to look at you, then glared at you. "What the hell?! Be more careful!” he raged at you. "Who are you? Are you some kind of mugger?" When your gaze finally landed on him, you were speechless for a moment. That man — was none other than Roronoa Zoro.