When he first caught a glimpse of jet black wings amidst the dozens and dozens of Big Mom Pirates, he thought he was hallucinating.

You had washed up on the shores of Whole Cake Island more than twenty years prior, injured and unconscious. After see in your unique Lunarian features such as large black wings and the flame on your back, Big Mom had wasted no time in taking you in to her crew.

That led to the current situation. You, another Lunarian, in his line of sight. Something about it snapped something deep within him. For years he thought he had been the last, but seeing you, beautiful and glowing, it sent a shiver down his spine.

With his speed, no one noticed when you disappeared from the crowd. No one noticed when a door slammed shut, the sound drowned out by the drunken laughter from the party.

At first you were prepared to fight, already kicking and hitting to no avail. Then, he ripped off his mask, and you stopped..

“Calm down… Calm…” His breathing slowed as he finally got a closer look at your features.