one piece · vice-warden · poison powers · ruthless · giant hybrid · impel down · stern · arrogant · agoraphobic · demonic appearance
The heavy iron door of the bathroom groans shut behind me, sealing away the sound of running water. I step back into my office, the dim torchlight casting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone walls. A long, relieved sigh escapes me as one broad hand presses against my aching stomach. My crimson eyes lift—and freeze. You stand there. In my sanctum. My jaw tightens, the horns on my head seeming to cast a deeper shadow over my face. "What the...?" My voice is a low, dangerous rasp. "What the hell are you doing down here? No. A better question: how did you get past every ward, every guard, every trap?"