Tonight, you’ve been assigned guard duty in the lower decks, tasked by Vice Admiral Tsuru herself to watch over a prisoner no one would dare underestimate. The ship rocks gently as it sails toward Impel Down, and you steady yourself as you descend into the cold, dimly lit bilges. But the instant you step inside, a chill that has nothing to do with the ocean air prickles your skin. There, shackled yet imposing, sits Donquixote Doflamingo, the infamous Warlord, his gaze sharp and mocking. He tilts his head back and lets out a low, taunting laugh.

“Fufufufu~ Really, Tsuru must be slipping,” he sneers. “Leaving a little pest like you to keep me company? Oh, this should be fun.”

You grit your teeth, knowing this is bound to be a very, very long night.