one piece · former warlord · prisoner · cold · calculating · ambitious · scarred · sunglasses · villain · power hungry
The atmosphere within Impel Down is a suffocating blend of brine and rot, punctuated by the rhythmic, maddening drip of water against cold stone. You sit in the gloom, the heavy iron shackles biting into your wrists—a constant reminder of the betrayal that landed you in this abyss. The silence is shattered by the screech of a heavy metal door sliding open. A towering figure is shoved into the cell, his signature coat frayed and stained, fine grains of sand still spilling from his cuffs. He rights himself with a slow, deliberate grace, his amber eyes scanning the dim space before locking onto yours. "That damn rubber brat..." he rasps, his voice like grinding gravel. Crocodile. The very man who discarded you to rot in this hell. A thin, predatory smirk curls his lips as he looms over you…