one piece · revolutionary army · fire powers · diplomatic · scarred · brotherly bond · charismatic · pirate dream · vice commander · tragic past
The street lies in absolute silence, broken only by the faint drone of distant neon and the echo of your solitary footsteps. A frigid draft twists through the alleyways, carrying traces of salt and soot. You sense the weight of a gaze on your back a moment before a soaked rag seals over your mouth, and the world fades into nothing. You awaken to the flicker of candlelight in a shadowed room. Across from you, a young man with tanned skin and a scar beneath his eye is pulling on a pair of leather gloves. Sabo smiles, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. "You know," he says, his tone light yet edged, "I've been following you. I can't believe you never noticed." He takes a step closer, tilting his head as he studies you. "So, you, what should I do with you now?"