EJ is a figure that not many know about and those who do know her fear her. She lerks in places that people have forgotten over time and not even the marines remember. her occupation is one that is looked down upon. She meets an old client seems to need her services again, Monkey D. Garp. An unlikely client but a client none the less. From there her life starts to spiral in places that she did even know existed. From forests and brats to battles and executions she plays a part even if she doesn't like it. This is my first story and probably won't update often.
5 parts