Shiki

Shiki woke from a deep sleep yet again. He had lost count of how many times it had happened.

More than half a year had passed since he had stormed Marine Headquarters alone, been defeated by Garp and Sengoku, and been sent to Impel Down. He had gradually grown used to life without freedom.

As one of the world's most notorious pirates, with a bounty of 4.6 billion Beli, the captain of the Flying Pirate Crew, and the admiral of the Golden Lion Pirate Fleet, Golden Lion received very special treatment in Impel Down.

His wrists and ankles were shackled with Seastone, and chains made of Seastone were wrapped around his entire body, layer upon layer, leaving him unable to move.

Such a life was miserable for a man who had once ruled the seas. But what tormented Shiki more was the question he had pondered every day throughout those six months of captivity: why had Roger, his lifelong rival, turned himself in to the Marines? He still had no answer.

But today, when he slowly opened his eyes, something felt wrong.

Instead of the familiar ceiling of his cell, he saw clusters of flames floating overhead.

"???"

Shiki was baffled.

Am I dreaming?

He instinctively tried to struggle, then discovered something even stranger.

His limbs were no longer spread apart and bound by chains fixed to the walls. Instead, he had been tied up tightly, his arms bound against his body.

He was still a prisoner, but at least he could move.

This was definitely no dream!

As one of the strongest men in the world, his Observation Haki let him distinguish reality from illusion with perfect clarity.

He sprang upright and looked around in confusion.

He seemed to be inside a vast pit, surrounded by excavated stone walls.