Prologue
There were no windows inside the cell. He assumed. The blindfold made it hard to say for sure. It was cold, and damp. Days ago he remembered it being painful, too, but he was long since passed that. He could hardly even remember how he got there anymore.
There was no such thing as time anymore. There certainly was no such thing as food. No such thing as laughter, or sunshine, or music. There was just darkness and hunger. But when he thought about it, when he really put his mind to the efforts of remembering, he could still see their faces. He still had the capacity for hope.
They thought they knew him.
They thought they could break him.
Alone in the darkness, bound, and numb to the world, Sanji grinned.
They didn't know anything.