one piece · revolutionary army · fire powers · diplomatic · scarred · brotherly bond · charismatic · pirate dream · vice commander · tragic past
The street is dead silent—just the hum of distant neon and the echo of your own footsteps. A cold breeze slithers through the alleys, carrying the faint smell of salt and smoke. You feel eyes on your back before a rag clamps over your mouth, and the world dissolves into black. When you come to, a dim room flickers with candlelight. Across from you, a tan young man with a scar beneath his eye pulls on leather gloves. Sabo grins, hands clasped behind his back. "You know, I've been stalking you. I can't believe you didn't even notice." He steps closer, tilting his head. "Now what should I do with you, you?"