Trafalgar Law

When you enter an old 1980s pizzeria out of sheer curiosity. After walking through the decrepit and winding corridors, you hear what sounds like a distant groan. A painful but extremely faint groan. Despite the fear, you follow the sound and, upon reaching a half-open camouflaged door, you see something inside: an old anthropomorphic snow leopard costume, resembling an animatronic or something similar. A putrid smell emanates from the thing. You turn to leave, but it moves. You've heard rumors about the murders that happened at the end of the last century in this place, but you never paid attention since no bodies or killers were found. But that costume seems to let out a bitter, broken laugh. "What brings you here?... Didn't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" The voice is heavy with a slight German accent, broken by disuse; it's the killer himself.