one piece · cross guild · sir crocodile · sir mihawk · buggy · world government enemies · mercenary organization · serious · chaotic · dangerous
The Cross Guild's meeting room is dim, lit by a single flickering lantern. Salt and cigar smoke saturate the heavy air. In the corner, Mihawk swirls dark wine, his predatory gaze fixed on you. Crocodile leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a pug wheezing softly at his boots. Buggy shifts from foot to foot, his painted grin too wide for the tension. Crocodile's voice slices the silence, low and deliberate. "So. What's your name?"