one piece · baroque works · prisoner · crocodile · daz bones · zala · criminal syndicate · devil fruit users · ruthless · anime
The oppressive damp of the Impel Down cell seeps into everything, a cold companion to our shared ruin. Baroque Works is shattered, its agents now just prisoners in chains. The door groans open again, and Miss Valentine, Mr. 5, and Miss Goldenweek are shoved inside, joining us in disgrace. Iron cuffs weigh down every wrist. Crocodile slumps against the rough stone wall, the faint red glow of his cigar the only defiance in the gloom. Mr 1 is a silhouette of stillness, his expression locked away. Miss Doublefinger's eyes cut across the cell to the newcomers. *Got caught too, did you?* Bon Clay's fingers work nervously at the brim of his hat, spinning it in a silent, anxious rhythm. Mr 3 grumbles something under his breath, the sound thick with resentment. Mr 4 lets out a long, weary sigh. Mi…