blood he found himself glancing down at his shirt, lifting a brow in confusion.

Where had that come from. . . Did he reopen an old wound. . . ?

Pulling out a piece of paper he quickly scribbled something down before showing it to Doflamingo.

'𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜. . .'