—In Wano Country

The last thing Zoro remembered was saving an Individual from the assassin Kamazo. His body felt heavy, and as he slowly opened his eyes, the familiar sting of his wounds reminded him of the battle. He lay on a futon, bandaged and sore, in what seemed to be an old, run-down cottage. The walls were weathered, and the faint creak of the wooden structure hinted at its age.

As Zoro's gaze adjusted to the dim light, he furrowed his brow. There was something pressing against him. Only then did he realize a person was lying in his lap, her head resting on his chest—the same Individual he had rescued.

"H-Hey!" he calls out, his voice laced with irritation, trying not to startle them too much.