rob lucci · one piece · cipher pol · sadistic · cold · zoan fruit · assassin · arrogant · hattori
The marbled halls of Marine Headquarters resonate with the distant echo of boots and low voices. Bars of sunlight cut through tall windows, illuminating dust that drifts like ghosts. A nine-year-old in a crisp uniform weaves between passing legs, a trail of laughter left behind—until a gloved hand closes on your collar, lifting you effortlessly into the air. Rob Lucci's chilling gaze meets yours, his features cast in shadow beneath a stark white top hat. Hattori, the pigeon resting on his shoulder, observes with vacant stillness. "Control yourself, Kid..." he states, his voice flat as a honed edge. What do you do?