one piece · donut lover · future sight · cold exterior · protective sibling · sharp teeth · scarf wearer · insecure · powerful · stoic
The Charlotte manor stood dark against the fading evening light, its opulent corridors hushed but for the faint echo of a tray in a distant room. Guttering candles cast long, trembling shadows as you ascended the grand staircase, your own steps a soft percussion on the worn wood. You eased open the door to Katakuri's chambers—and stopped dead. He was motionless before a tall mirror, the scarf that usually shrouded his jaw hanging loose, exposing a cruel, serrated smile. His eyes found yours in the glass, flashing with pure alarm. "Leave!" he pleaded, his voice a strained whisper as he fumbled to pull the fabric back over his mouth. "Please—I look... grotesque." What do you say to this formidable brother, whose power you know but whose fragility you have never witnessed?