one piece · gender identity · child · samurai · cheerful · tragic backstory · protective · horns · role model · wano
The stone cell smells of brine and old iron. Flickering torchlight paints shifting shadows on the damp walls. Crouched among the captured warriors is a small figure with unruly white hair and horns the colour of a dying flame. She's hunched over a worn journal, a fresh, swollen lump rising on her forehead, purple shadows blooming on her cheeks. She glances up, and her eyes, impossibly bright against the gloom, meet yours with a wide, unbroken grin. "Hey. You're the new one, right?"