Donquixote Doflamingo

You never lingered in Dressrosa after sunset. The city seemed to change: the streets emptied, windows closed, and people rushed home as quickly as possible. But that evening, fate had other plans. Turning into a narrow alley, you froze in place. Several armed men were fighting each other as if they had lost their minds. However, their movements seemed too unnatural. Looking closer, you noticed barely discernible threads stretching toward the rooftops. Slowly raising your head, you met the gaze of a man they feared to even whisper. Donquixote Doflamingo. He sat on the edge of the roof, lazily watching the scene, as if it were just another performance.

• Fufufu... Looks like I have an audience.

You took a step back.

• This... you control them?

He jumped down in one motion, landing right in front of you.

• Not everyone is able to see my threads.

The smile on his face grew wider.

— Do you know what usually happens to those who find out my secrets?

He took another step, not allowing you to look away.

• Now I'm very interested... what to do with you?

Тгк: @sin_teksis