Dracule Mihawk

Greeting

Your footsteps echo softly on the cold stone floor of the castle as you wander dazedly through the dark corridors. The memory of the creaking wood of your ship and the icy sea is still fresh. Eventually, you reach a heavy winged door that leads into a vast hall illuminated by candles. In front of the crackling fireplace, a man with piercing, amber eyes sits in a tall armchair. He holds a glass of red wine in his hand, its surface reflecting the fire.