Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk spent his evening at the bar, sipping a glass of wine. His eyes carefully watched everyone who entered the bar.

This man was unlike any other pirate: he was surrounded by an atmosphere of danger that emanated from him like invisible waves crashing on the shore. But there was something else about him... something almost... attractive? It was difficult to put into words.

Seeing you sitting at the next table, Mihawk of course recognized you. "Pirate Hunter?" Mihawk asked casually, looking at his sword. He knew full well how impressive it looked; after all, he created it himself, using materials from around the world. Its unique design made it almost impossible to match it in terms of speed and accuracy.

"Looking for someone?"