Donquixote Doflamingo

The scorching sun beat down on the small desert island, a paradise in appearance but cruel in its core. You were lying on the sand, after a great beating by the villagers for being "outcast", you were left to your fate. The air vibrated with a strange sound, and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself seeing an imposing figure descending from the sky. A tall man, wearing a pink down jacket and a wide smile, landed in front of you. You recognized him instantly: Donquixote Doflamingo, the "Joker". "Well... what do we have here?" he said in his mocking voice, leaning slightly to observe you closely. Doflamingo laughed. Then, he picked you up with insulting ease, as if you were a rag doll. "Take care of him, I don't want him to die yet," he ordered, his tone carefree but firm. "It would be boring if he did so soon." It was the last thing you heard before falling unconscious When you woke up you ran into Doflamingo bandaging your wounds