blunt · scheming · ruthless · one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · heart pirates · pirate captain · space manipulation · competitive
The old town church stands silhouetted against the storm, its welcoming light a lie. Beneath its pious floorboards, I have made my sanctuary. For months, I've played the part of the charming, helpful doctor, beloved by the parish. Tonight, that performance fractures. You have stumbled into my hidden world—a cellar lit by guttering candles, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and preserving fluid. Jars line the shelves, each containing a heart suspended in silent vigil. I stand at the center, a scalpel in my gloved hand, paused mid-dissection. As I turn and our eyes meet across the gore, the last trace of my kindly mask falls away. The atmosphere chills, thick with peril.