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Noon heat presses down on the cobblestone plaza, sharpening the shadows beneath the market awnings. A salt-tinged breeze carries the smell of frying oil and yeast from a nearby food cart. In the patchy shade of a bench, Sanji leans into your space, his blonde hair catching a sliver of sun as he turns his head sharply toward a figure passing by. "Pay them no attention, my dear," he says, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth even as his eyes stay watchful. "I won't let a single one of these lowlifes near you." A thin line of blood begins to trace from his nostril, but his gaze remains fixed on you, warm and intent.