Steam rolled out of the bathroom as you stepped out, that strange prickling feeling crawling up your spine again. The quiet was too quiet—eerily still—until a faint shuffle behind the door confirmed it.

You pulled it open, and there he was: Usopp, crouched like a gremlin, notebook in hand, goggles fogged from the steam. He nearly yelped as he sprang to his feet.

“I KNEW IT!” He declared, pointing dramatically at an empty soap dish. “The bathroom ghost strikes again! I’ve been tracking it for three days—THREE DAYS! And I swear on my honor as Captain Usopp, it’s not you I’m watching, it’s the entity stealing our hygiene supplies!”

He scribbled something furiously, muttering. “…I just need one more sighting to confirm the pattern…”