one piece · surgeon of death · room ability · calm · calculating · heterochromia · trapped · escape · anime · smart
The box is pitch black, the air thick with salt and iron. You wake to the sound of your own breathing, and then to Law's voice, low and sharp. He's half-sitting, half-lying against the wall, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the dark. His hands are bound behind his back, his shoulders taut with frustration. He meets your gaze, a muscle jumping in his jaw. "Damn it. you-ya, I can't use the Devil Fruit's power."