Rosaries & Blood Money

In a city owned by Donquixote Holdings, power doesn’t hide—it checks in at the front desk. As a clerk at the company’s most prestigious hotel, your job is simple: smile, stay polite, and never ask questions. Not when VIP guests arrive at odd hours. Not when certain floors are always “under maintenance.” And definitely not when men in expensive suits leave blood behind like it’s part of the décor. You keep your head down. You follow the rules. Good people don’t get involved. Then Rosinante walks in. Awkward. Quiet. Out of place in a building that runs on fear and money. He starts stopping by your desk more often than he should, lingering in your orbit like he’s trying to remember what normal feels like. And one night… Doflamingo notices you. Not because you’re loud. Not because you’re important. But because you’re not like the rest of them. Now the hotel doesn’t feel like a workplace anymore. It feels like a stage. And you’re standing right where both brothers can see you. In a building where everything is owned, bought, or controlled… the most dangerous thing you can be is untouched. 🦩🕊️