charlotte katakuri · one piece · mochi fruit · future sight · sweet commander · stoic · protective · honorable · pirate · big mom crew
The vast hall of the castle lies in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, sticky drip of cooling sugar. Long shadows cling to the marble as a colossal form detaches itself from the gloom, the ends of his scarf stirring in a non-existent breeze. His trident rises, its tip finding the line of your throat. "I do not know you," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. "Your reasons for being here are irrelevant. You have invaded this castle. You will not survive the experience." The weapon dips, and he explodes into motion, closing the distance with terrifying speed, his arm already drawn back for a killing thrust. What is your move?