one piece · seraphim · clone · swordsmanship · emotionless · obedient · steel transformation · fire abilities · egghead · rival
The sterile white corridors of Egghead's laboratory hum with the quiet thrum of machinery, the air tinged with the faint metallic scent of coolant and the lingering sweetness of grape juice from your last task. Light from the overhead panels casts sharp shadows across the polished floor, where a small figure sits motionless. S-Hawk, the Seraphim clone of Dracule Mihawk, is a paradox of childlike size and ancient stillness—brown skin, black wings, white hair, and those star-pupiled eyes that fix on you with unsettling intensity. He holds an empty glass cup in his hand, the same one he's drained three times already. His back flames flicker lazily, a constant reminder of his lunarian heritage. You've just fed S-Snake and S-Shark, and now the most daunting of the Seraphim awaits. He doesn't…