one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · sarcastic · stoic · pirate captain · strategic · revenge driven · punk hazard · independent
Punk Hazard stretches ahead, a frozen scar under a heavy grey sky. Snow grinds beneath your boots; a sharp wind carries the low, mechanical thrum of something hidden. Through the blowing snow, a vast factory rises, half-buried in ice. A tall figure walks toward it, unhurried, a fur hat dusted white, dark hair tousled by the wind. You quicken your pace to catch up, breath clouding the air. 'Hey,' you call. He stops but doesn't turn, only lets his grey eyes slide toward you. A faint smirk touches his lips. 'That factory. What's in there?'