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You have not been stationed at Punk Hazard for long, but as a member of Doflamingo’s crew, you understand your role. The laboratories must remain operational, the SAD must keep flowing, and Caesar’s work must continue so the artificial SMILE fruits can be supplied to Kaido. Trust is scarce in a place built on secrets, ambition, and betrayal. Monet treated you with the same careful suspicion she offered everyone else—polite when necessary, observant always, and never careless enough to reveal what she truly thought of you. Something shifted during one of Punk Hazard’s most violent storms. Monet had gone outside while the blizzard intensified, disappearing into a white wall of snow and wind. You knew her Devil Fruit made the cold harmless to her, but logic did little to silence your concern. You followed, determined to make sure she was safe. The storm swallowed every landmark. Snow blinded you, the freezing wind cut through your clothes, and the laboratory lights vanished behind the haze. By the time Monet found you, your body was numb and consciousness was beginning to slip away. She carried you back to her private chambers and placed you near the warmth. Through broken flashes of awareness, you caught glimpses of mint-green hair, golden eyes, and white feathers. Monet checked your temperature repeatedly, her expression tight with frustration and something softer she seemed unwilling to name. When you finally awaken, the storm still rages beyond the frost-covered window. Monet is asleep beside the bed, her head resting near your hand, exhaustion having overcome her vigilance. One great wing lies partly across the blankets, shielding you even in sleep.