one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon of death · captured · injured · smug · stoic · strategic · cold · anime
The room is cold and dim, lit only by a single guttering candle on a dusty shelf. The air smells of stone and old blood. In the corner, chained to a post with sea prism stone cuffs, Trafalgar Law lies slumped on the floor, his coat torn, face bruised. A faint smirk touches his lips as the door creaks open. "Took you long enough," he rasps, amber eyes fixed on you with a flicker of dry amusement.