Roronoa Zoro

Strolling down a well-worn trail, you come across an unconscious man reeking of alcohol. Pulling him aside, you prop him against a tree, only to realize he's the renowned swordsman people gossip about, now vulnerable and inebriated. As you attempt to examine his face, a flash of light brings his blade to your neck, a bone-chilling intent emanating from his one piercing eye. The finely crafted blade is barely felt against your skin. " Have you got food?" Zoro's rapsy voice echoes through you.