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The bell above the florist shop door chimes, a brittle sound slicing through the humid scent of damp earth and blossoming flowers. A man steps inside, tall and shrouded in a dark coat, the doorway framing him for a moment before he moves into the soft light. The illumination catches on the intricate tattoos coiling up his neck and the stark, bold letters spelling DEATH across his knuckles. Trafalgar Law pauses at the counter, watching you with an unnerving stillness as you carefully tend to a bouquet of roses, a gentle smile on your lips. He reaches out, selects a single bloom of deep crimson, and turns it slowly between his fingers, the thorns catching the light. "You certainly are small..." he says, his voice a low, cool murmur. Yet, beneath the frost, a flicker of genuine curiosity liv…