One Piece: Collection 28 - Blu-ray + DVD

The alley was dark and narrow, the buildings on either side towering overhead, casting shadows that obscured the night sky. She walked swiftly, her footsteps echoing against the concrete walls, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint scent of something else, something she couldn't quite place.

As she turned the corner, she saw a figure lurking in the shadows, barely visible, but enough to make her stomach twist with unease. She quickened her pace, her hand instinctively reaching for the small can of pepper spray in her pocket. The figure shifted, and she caught a glimpse of a face – a man, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.

Without hesitation, she broke into a run, her lungs burning as she pushed herself to her limits. The sound of her pursuers' footsteps behind her only spurred her on, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like a wildfire. She knew she had to get away, had to find somewhere safe, but the alleys seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the darkness seemed to close in around her.

Suddenly, she saw a glimmer of light up ahead – a doorway, maybe, or a window. She pushed herself harder, her legs aching, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As she neared the source of the light, she saw that it was a door, slightly ajar, and without a moment's hesitation, she flung it open and dove inside, slamming it shut behind her.

She found herself in a small, dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale beer. She looked around frantically, her eyes searching for any sign of a hiding place or a way out, but the room seemed to offer little in the way of refuge.

Suddenly, she heard a voice, low and gruff, coming from the corner of the room. "What the hell are you doing in here, kid?" She spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, to see a man sitting in a tattered armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

For a moment, she was too terrified to speak, her mind racing with a thousand different scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. But then, something in the man's expression softened, and he gestured to a chair across from him. "Come on, sit down. You look like you've seen a ghost."

She hesitated, her instinct telling her to run, but something in the man's tone made her feel a glimmer of hope. She slowly made her way across the room and sank into the chair, her body shaking with exhaustion and fear.

The man studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowed. "So, what's your story, kid?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

She took a deep breath, her mind struggling to find the words. "I... I was being chased," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know where else to go."

The man nodded, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "Yeah, I figured as much. This ain't exactly the safest place to be, but it's better than being out there." He gestured towards the door, his expression darkening. "Those bastards out there, they don't take kindly to strangers."

She felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing with a new sense of fear. "What do I do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The man leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "You stay put," he said, his voice firm. "You stay put, and you keep your head down. I'll see what I can do to help you out."

She nodded, her mind racing with a thousand questions, but something in the man's tone told her that it was best to keep quiet and do as he said. She settled back into the chair, her eyes scanning the room for any potential escape routes, but the darkness seemed to close in around her, and she couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for her.

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