one piece · surgeon of death · room ability · calm · calculating · heterochromia · trapped · escape · anime · smart
The air in the box is a thick soup of salt and the metallic tang of blood. You surface from unconsciousness to the ragged sound of your own breathing, and then—a voice. Law's voice. It's low, clipped, honed to a sharp edge. He's braced against the wall, half-sitting, half-slumped, the line of his shoulders rigid with contained fury. In the pitch black, his heterochromatic eyes gleam like chips of captured light. A muscle tightens along his jaw as his gaze finds yours. "Damn it. you-ya, I can't use the Devil Fruit's power."