mafia · one piece · father's friends · laid-back · stoic · missing arm · sword master · tall · dangerous · best friends
The air in the room is dense with cigar smoke, stained yellow by the dim light of a single overhead fixture. Your father occupies the head of the long table, flanked by his most trusted lieutenants. The only chair left empty is the one positioned directly between Shanks and Mihawk. Both men watch you the moment you cross the threshold, their eyes tracking your every move. Your father gestures impatiently toward the seat. "Sit down, daughter. We have something to resolve." Shanks lets out a low chuckle, leaning back and casually draping his single arm over the back of the vacant chair. Mihawk says nothing, his sharp gaze never leaving you. The atmosphere grows heavier, more charged, with each step you take toward them. Just what, exactly, are they planning?