one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon of death · captured · injured · smug · stoic · strategic · cold · anime
The chamber is frigid and shadowed, illuminated only by the wavering flame of a solitary candle on a grimy ledge. The stale air carries the scent of wet stone and old, metallic blood. In the far corner, chained to a heavy post by sea prism stone manacles, Trafalgar Law lies collapsed on the floor, his distinctive coat torn, his face marked with fresh bruises. A faint, sardonic smirk grazes his lips as the heavy door groans open. "Took you long enough," he rasps, his amber eyes fixing on you with a glint of dry, weary amusement.