Capitolo Primo: Giovinezza (7)

While I had thought well that training with Hamon would have taken more than a couple of days, I was completely surprised when I was forced to stay put and train for two full weeks.

Muddiburi was a mix of strict and lenient with his early approach seeing me take some careful steps to see where my current limits were.

No major development for me during the first week as the seven days became a mix of gauging my potential and fleshing out some of the little confusion I still had over Hamon.

The Tibetan monk was well-versed in the art, giving a lengthier depiction of how a user was supposed to keep a constant degree of ‘healing breathing’ going within their lungs.

It was a difficult situation that took me four days to properly get down with and… the results were already endearing.

While Hamon was something I knew best for its offensive purpose, the non-combat abilities that it bestowed to the users of such a mystical technique defied many of the rules I had set to limit its potential.

The first doubt that was shattered during these two weeks was about the power to heal those that weren’t capable of normally practice the Ripple.

I was aware that there was a method to force someone to unconsciously produce enough Hamon to heal quickly from any wounds, but that was extremely limited by the chances of success since it wasn’t a sure win for the user.

And Muddiburi was more than happy to display another healing technique that I soon learned how to use.

During physical training to attain a proper understanding of my body, I had unfortunately sprained my ankle while trying to jump through the obstacles that the shopkeeper had sent thorough the small clearing where we would be usually exercising.

What followed next left me not only baffled, but somewhat surprised that none of the other Hamon users had ever used this efficient technique.

By carefully applying pressure at the damaged part, what seemed to be a normal massage started to slowly siphon the energy of the Ripple in my tendons and muscle with the purpose of carefully fix the injury my leg had suffered.

It took the monk about a full minute of silence and patience to get the technique to truly mend the damage I had suffered, but I was ultimately restored to good shape and urged to resume the training session.

I was barely ‘taught’ about the Overdrives and how to properly attain those with Hamon, but this early knowledge of the powerful attacks was more than enough to give me the presumption that I was finally ready to explore Ogre Street.

Announcing to Muddiburi that I would be trying to search for any clues about Wang Chan’s whereabouts, the Tibet monk had given me some cautious words about my eagerness of trying out my abilities.

“You might have improved slightly from when we first started the training, but you are far from being able to face alone a Dark-Magic user as that foul man,” He had sternly pointed out. “You might be capable of fending off against many supernatural creatures, but I ask of you to not pursue anything more than just clues-seeking.”

I was swift to accept the restriction, being perfectly aware that I was going to venture quite close where the lair of the deviant was and I was certainly not going to face him in his own turf.

No, the main reason that got me interested in visiting that dangerous quarter of London wasn’t Wang Chan. But the growing issues reported by the local newspapers.

A spree of murders had started to happen around London, all of them seemingly unconnected and done by different murderers.

Yet the curious element that made those jump to my attention was the pattern adopted by the ‘killers’.

The victims had all ‘Not Odd’ carved in their chests, and some of their legs were either cut off or mangled in a gruesome mean.

The message was clear, and I found myself groaning inwardly when I noticed the numerous newspaper that George would bring to the table detailing the kills.

Young people, young men… they were all blond-haired.

Of course I would get a murderous killer with an obsession with me.

It was irritating- no, infuriating that someone like Jack the Ripper was still wandering and committing his crimes so early on in his lives.

But while I had been unwilling to pursue a direct involvement in putting down that mad dog, now I had the capacity to give it a shot and maybe mortally wound the man before he could try to make more dead people in the near future.

The morning after explaining what I had planned to do to Muddiburi, I was quick to dress up and reach for the dining room for breakfast.

Before leaving my room, I glanced briefly at the desk containing the notes of my recent developments with the ancient tome, finding myself fascinated by the curious content held within the pages.

There were some interesting descriptions of what sounded to be Stand users that existed centuries ago, most of those having perished in numbers in direct confrontations for different reasons.

Some labeled them as the product of evil rituals, forcing entire communities to attack the men and women having these abilities, while some were just assassinated by fellow greedy Stand users.

Reaching up to translate more than half the book, I was also provided with some clues over what the lullaby could truly be referencing about.

Despite the senseless fighting drawing some tumultuous times back when Stands were a thing in the past, there was a changing element presented by some mysterious being influencing history itself by outright purging the Stand Users still alive at the precise moment he arrived.

Someone so powerful and with a Stand so immensely strong that he made people disappear out of thin air.

It didn’t take much for me to understand that the one responsible for such an absurd action was the very owner of a Stand I had failed to see as truly independent.

The author was surprisingly highly-descriptive of the odd ‘spirit’, calling it a mix of a horse and a man, where the world broke to make way to a newer path.

[Made in Heaven].

It was shocking enough when I first translated the very paragraph that explained its appearance and I was forced to take a moment to ponder over this little development.

The complex ritual that DIO and Pucci used certainly defied some logical purpose, even more than what a normal JoJo’s plot twist was meant to do.

Every adventure had its most bizarre element to drive out the concept of odd and strangeness within the story, yet never I had been more confused by the sudden illogical plan elaborated by DIO from… literally nothing.

Even the official Diary published by Araki failed to explain how did the man gain such a fantastically insane idea from just a lullaby.

It was just… so out-of-character. Dio was still logical, he still had to abide to some natural rules that forced him to take a more careful approach before his opponents.

Pure madness couldn’t be taken as the sole reasoning behind this mysterious plot, and I was sure that there was something that had to do with the lullaby.

Something that I would only learn once I was done with the translation of the book.

There was a brief allusion to the words of the ritual by the last translation I had got through, but the full reason behind those were still away from my understanding.

Another good reason to find whoever had given this book to Dio’s mother with a proper translation.

Returning back to the present, my mind was quick to notice that I had finally reached for the dining room, and that Jonathan and George were already consuming the content of their plates.

With a quiet but polite greeting, I joined them as I started to carefully eat the simple food offered while sparing just some brief glances towards the youngest Joestar.

JoJo… was less unruly that he had been in the last two weeks.

The result of my manipulations was starting to slowly get him to best behave around George and other people.

The one I had to thank for having given me the chance of finally improve some of the spoiled mannerism displayed by Jonathan was Erina.

The blonde had been clueless that her crush was ill-mannered back in a familiar situation, something that had gotten the young JoJo to actually focus on trying to keep up with the etiquette.

With a legitimate purpose and my advice pushing him in the right direction, I was sure smiling at the fact that the young man was starting to slowly gain more consciousness over his actions.

No more he was driven by pure curiosity and naivety, instead those two emotions were carefully subsided for the seeking of maintaining the proper image of a gentleman.

His homework started to appear less riddled with mistakes and the whip he long detested seemed to disappear after starting with this strong approach.

George was positively surprised by this sudden growth, almost growing suspicious as much as proud when he concluded that his son had finally steered to a proper course.

And just like any normal single parent with some suspicions behind their children’s moment of unexpected maturity, the man decided to interrogate the only individual that would know about the matter on a closer degree.

I was more than happy to give him what he wanted to hear, but I was also keen to not sound far too much lax over my knowledge of the subject.

He was fascinated by the fact that his son had actually met someone that he felt more than just friendship about, but his early happiness was partly superseded by his worry over Erina’s status in society.

While the Canon itself had never delved too much about the girl’s backstory, it was explained that Erina’s father was sent to work in India with his daughter some time after the early bits of Part 1.

I felt it strange for a ‘simple doctor’ to be sent to work in the conglomerate of countries in Asia, so my good understanding of the situation itself made me consider the chances of the man being a wealthy medic.

George felt at ease when I mentioned that the girl wasn’t a peasant or a lowborn, something that partly ruffled me since I was still miffed by society’s current standards, and that I was certain that her father was possibly rich.

The old Joestar was careful to probe more about the matter with his contacts, and I was relieved when he confirmed my loose claims.

James Pendleton was an influential doctor that had graded excellently in Cambridge and had pursued a stellar career in the Worshipful Society of Apothecaries.

The pedigree was undeniably good, and more than enough to see Jonathan continue to meet with Erina.

Of course, I withheld ‘how’ they had met up with each other and I keep myself from telling anything about the talks I had shared with the concerned father back to the two young people, but I was quick to tease if the circumstances back at the swim lessons allowed me to.

And there were plenty of chances to mirthfully poke at the two lovebirds-in-the-making.

With a calm sigh, I took the last bite from the food available on my plate and I decided to calmly address the situation with George about my plans for today.

“Lord Joestar,” I said with a faux-nervous, but mostly-calm tone, drawing the attention of the man almost instantly. “I wish to make a request about today, if it’s possible.”

The old Joestar frowned in surprise at my voice, but he gave a nod. “Sure, Dio. What do you need to ask?”

I sighed. “Before leaving my home to be housed by you, Lord Joestar, I had tried to find an object that is dear to me and… I would like to request permission to try and find it in a place I’m sure that it could be located,” I explained calmly, trying my best to not point out too early on what I was really searching for. “It wasn’t in my family’s house just a day before I left it and… I think it was stolen without my knowledge.”

The careful wording managed to get the reaction I was trying to get out of the man, George frowning in curiosity at my words.

“What kind of object would see you this much distressed, Dio? Is it something I can buy back for you or-”

“My mother’s wedding dress, sir.”

My interjection was swift, curt and somewhat impertinent because of the timing, but the shock at my answer was more than enough to get the man to forget about my ‘lack of manners’.

A grim look appeared on his face, possibly connecting Dio’s mother to his wife and… seeing how dreadful it would be for a child to lose the last regalia of one of his parents.

“I-I see,” He briefly stuttered, sobering up from his mournful state pretty quickly to not give too much away about his own sadness. “And you think that it was stolen? Do you wish for me to ask the police to search for it or-”

“If it isn’t too much to ask about, Lord Joestar,” I interrupted once more, this time making sure to appear as polite as possible. “I wish to personally see in a possible location where it could be, a shop that is known to sell robbed goods.”

Which would be Wang Chan’s shop, and I wasn’t going to even come close to despite how much curious I was about browsing its contents.

I, Dio, preferred to live smartly instead of dying because of stupid fascination. I needed some more time of training but… maybe in a few more weeks, I could try something about it.

“It would be dangerous for someone as young as you are,” George pointed out with some concern. “I’m sure that the area where you lived-”

“Was incredibly harsh against ‘intruders’,” I muttered nervously. “I understand the worry, Lord Joestar, but I’ve wandered the place for most of my life and… I know how to avoid any trouble there.”

I wasn’t even sure if Dio had been conceived in Ogre Street, but considering that he had visited it enough to not be considered an ‘easy target’, I can only guess that I could exert some influence over part of its inhabitants.

Or at least, avoid getting suddenly stabbed and mugged during the walk.

There was some uneasiness over George’s mind whatever he should have allowed me to go or not, his face displaying this turmoil for everyone to see and… I felt relieved when the nobleman decided to sigh in defeat.

“I will see to… have a carriage prepared, then,” The man grumbled quietly. “But I hope you understand that I want you to return back to the mansion in two-hours time after you have left.”

A little curfew, quite limiting to be honest, but something I was happy to comply about.

Jonathan merely stared at the conversation in pure silence, unsure if it would be correct of him to intercede within the discussion because of the topic.

If there was something that JoJo was quite deterred from speaking about was his mother.

It had been a revelation that got me surprised and confused, but the childish explanation that he offered at my pressure was more than enough to get me to not ask for too much about it.

He was awed by the image his father had built over the woman, mesmerized even. But JoJo was also saddened the more he heard about her as he never had the chance of meeting her on his own accords.

He had only his only parent’s recounting of her personality, of her stories, of her appearance and about the love she had for him.

It was enough to make me back away from asking, to get me to think about Dio’s mother and what she would think of this situation.

I wasn’t her son, but I was inhabiting Dio’s body and that would probably get her angry if she had been alive. Confused, enraged and sad.

Terribly sad for losing her child like this, even though the horrible deeds he would have committed.

As if I hadn’t planned to do my own bad deeds…

Once breakfast was over, I reached once more for my room to pick up my jacket with all the equipment I had planned to take on with me.

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I had ten steel balls on me, the Spin having been trained as religiously as Hamon was during those last two weeks and, while I felt still far from achieving the Gold Spin, I felt more accustomed to the nature of the bizarre ability.

Deciding to not waste more time thinking about the past and the future, I channeled my thoughts to the present as I waited patiently outside of the mansion for the carriage to move close to the entrance.

Bidding some last words to George and Jonathan, I proceeded to board the carriage, giving the place where I wanted to be left.

It wasn’t Ogre Street that I planned to be dropped by, but the street just beside it.

I didn’t need some panicking rider to blurt out my plans so suddenly and I needed to be dealing this at once instead of wasting too much time soothing people’s worries.

After all, I had a murderer to catch.

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Ogre Street was as horrible as the anime had displayed it to be.

The worst Rookery, a cursed place in London that has been considered the most dreadful street of the city for the last century.

The titles weren’t overstating the cold chills going down my spine when I first looked at it as I turned the corner to enter it.

I had seen some ugly places in my former life, areas with known-criminals living around and having their own fiefs within the district, but this one was surprisingly much different than I had initially thought it to be.

Expecting to be received with the same ‘warm welcome’ that Jonathan had received back in Part 1, I was surprised to be actually ignored by a large majority of the people wandering that cold street.

Orphans, beggars, and prostitutes were occupying just small sections of the street to offer their own services.

Thieves, assassins, and even the black market was there in its true glory.

The beggars here weren’t even trying to ask for pennies from the people there, already-knowing that only a few individuals could afford to support them.

Truly a sorry state for a district of one of the greatest capitals in Europe.

I didn’t waste too much time lingering in the main street, unwilling to get noticed by some unpleasant groups lurking around for some quick hit-and-run.

My eyes narrowed at the open door that led inside what looked to be a pub, my instincts tensing up as I decided to enter inside and find some refuge from the cold weather persisting in this part of London.

The moment I stepped inside the building, the chilling cold was replaced with some pleasant warmth.

It was an odd switch of temperature, to be so sudden and so… well-calibrated.

I didn’t stay by the entrance as I kept walking, my anonymous state mattering more than genuine awe over the unexpected swing from cold to hot.

I reached for the counter since all the tables were mostly occupied and I needed to have some private chat with someone that had to know plenty of rumors born from this part of the city.

Ignoring the immediate creaking of the wood, I leaned on the counter while waiting for the host to finish discussing something with some clients, the burly-looking man frowning at my sight but he seemed quick to conclude the conversation he had been engaged me so that he could interact with me.

“It’s been a while since we saw you around, Dio,” The bartender grumbled quietly while starting to clean some empty mugs. “Almost a month I would say.”

“There has been circumstances that saw me leaving my former home,” I mused carefully, unsure of the nature of the relationship Dio held with this mysterious individual. “My father passed away peacefully.”

He snorted. “The old fart croaked his last breath? What a tragic day for the income he was creating for me.”

Ah. Dario was a frequent client of this place, possibly making Dio come here to buy him the booze once he was forced to bed.

“Truly,” I replied tightly. “But I’m here to find some solutions to a few of my questions.”

“Do you have the means to find these ‘solutions’?”

I dropped five pounds on the counter, the man scooping the coins quickly and away from everyone’s sight.

“I see that you are prepared indeed,” He said while giving a nod. “So please, do ask.”

I hummed quietly at the bribed compliance, but I continued.

“Three questions,” I muttered quietly. “The first one is… did my father leave a wedding dress a few months ago?”

The bartender blinked. “That pretty thing? If I remember correctly, it was your mother’s right?”

I tensed a little at the comment, but I nodded slowly at him.

“I still have it, never had a reason to truly trash such a gorgeous dress and…” He sighed, giving me a serious look. “Your mother did help me a couple of years ago. She offered me some food and some blankets to use when I was robbed of my bed and most of my reserves.”

I eased up in relief at that comment and I sighed. “Can I have it back? I can spend money for-”

“Oh no, it’s yours alright,” The host admitted quickly. “I ain’t keeping that thing around and, to be fair, I hated your father for making his wife’s life a horrible one.”

With my eyes widening, I waited just a couple of seconds to see the man return to the counter with a small brown box with him.

As he offered it to me, I decided to steal a quick glance from its content and… it was a wedding dress alright.

All white, filled with frilly details and… it was hers.

Closing the box, I nodded back at him. “Thank you.”

“Nah. Nothing to thank about, just dealing with this little debt and,” He paused a moment and sighed. “What else do you need to know?”

“Do you know Wang Chan, the shop owner in-”

“The creepy freak?” The man huffed with a shake of his head. “He is a nasty bugger, quite the annoying prick to be fair and… what do you need to know about him?”

“Has he moved away from his shop?”

“Not that I know, at least not in the last few days,” The bartender replied with a nod. “He had gotten madder as a bat in the last few weeks, saying stuff like ‘annoying imperso-something’ and stuff like that.”

...Dammit, why couldn’t that bastard keep quiet?!

It means that killing him was going to be more of a priority than hunt down Jack, but then again who knows how many would take the crazy man’s word for truth.

“Last question, what is it, brat?”

I sighed at the comment but I nodded at his pressure.

“There has been some murders happening in London in the last month,” I started to explain with a more serious voice. “All blond young men, the writings on their chest and-”

“Oh, you are searching for him too, aren’t you?” The host inquired with some curiosity, making me frown in confusion.

“What?”

“You ain’t the first guy to ask about ‘Jack’, and I would even dare to say that the very individual is a client right now.”

...What?!

Before I could push for more answers, I felt someone rest their hand over my left shoulder.

“I admit I wasn’t expecting someone to ask about this guy, young man,” A strangely-familiar voice piped in from behind me. “Yet, the thing I can’t just make sense about is… your strange smell.”

I tensed up, nervousness rising from my chest as I slowly turned around and I was greeted with quite the familiar face.

It was the ‘Gentlemen protector’, the JJBA’s best Waifu and only holder of the ‘Best Best Friend’ award in the series.

A younger Robert E. O. Speedwagon was looking at me with a fascinated look while two other individuals were staring at the scene from a few meters away from us.

I could recognize… the Kenpo Master and Tattoo, both being thugs working for Speedwagon and…

Why where these three here and now of all times and places?!

“My… smell?” I blurted out without thinking about it and I found myself chiding out my decision to speak so suddenly.

The fellow blonde blinked, adjusting his bowler hat and he nodded.

“After having been around for some time here in this entertaining part of town, I have acquired quite the capacity to smell people’s morality,” Speedwagon explained with a polite tone. “Kind of an important ability since people here can get pretty feisty when someone isn’t looking properly- but I think the issue is about your odd morality. You are good, but bad and… also good.”

I blinked at that last, confused particle and I frowned.

“Maybe I’m just into the gray-side of things?”

“Oh? So you aren’t a goody two-shoes?” He asked back with some surprise.

“Not much, no,” I admitted calmly. “What about you?”

The man frowned again. “What?”

“Is your smell ‘good’ or is it a strange mix itself?”

There was a pause at my pressure, but he managed to get an amused snort out of his mouth.

“What if I have a ‘bad’ smell?”

I felt my lips twitching at that opportunity for a joke, but I bit down the need of pressing on.

“You haven’t attacked me yet,” I pointed out calmly.

“That’s because you don’t seem much,” The man retorted calmly. “Plus, the boss wouldn’t like if I picked on brats. Am I right, boys?”

The other two thugs nodded together at this comment and I felt perplexed by this answer.

A boss? Wasn’t Speedwagon supposed to be top dog of his own group already? Was there a detail that I was missing.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t want to see some kid getting his ass handled by a proper thief,” He concluded with a tired sigh. “So how about we skip the pleasantries now and we focus on why you are trying to find Jack?”

I blinked and nodded. “I’ve reason to believe that he is actively hunting me down. I wish to end him before he becomes a problem.”

…

“Really? I mean, I understand he’s searching for people that are young and blond-haired, but I’m quite sure he is searching for someone else,” He replied with a confused tone. “I mean, I’ve heard he is searching for someone older, with stronger posture and quite the authoritative air to himself.”

“What?”

“That wouldn’t explain why he’s targeting kids tho,” The Kenpo Master muttered quietly. “Still, the boss was fairly sure that the target is older and she is quite serious about it.”

...She?

Just as my brain continued to fail to grasp the full extent of this ludicrous conversation, the entire chatty nature of the pub seemed to cease down to silence the moment someone else entered the establishment and… I was forced to stare at quite the development.

Wearing what looked to be an expensive dark-blue dress that was accentuating her figure a little better while also covering a little more her chest and stretching down below her kneecaps.

Her blue eyes sported some confidence, which in the last encounter I’ve seen her wasn’t there and… she froze when she noticed me.

She was surprised and for good reasons, maybe even more than how shocked I was in finding her here of all places.

Then, the young woman’s lips turned in a small but determined smile as she literally rushed towards me, arms wide open as she went to scoop me for a quick hug.

“Lord Dio!”

Oh no. God, Heavens, please don’t make this a thing.

“H-Hannah?!”

The dark-haired beauty giggled, squeezing my face close to her abundant bosom and I was subjected to the unpleasant and quite drowning sensation of being deprived of any means to draw some air.

“To think you would be visiting here, Lord Dio,” She exclaimed quickly. “I wasn’t even prepared. To think that I would have been granted such a miracle.”

...Okay, what is going on here? Why is everyone in this bar clearly threatened by this courtesan and… why was she wearing such an expensive dress?

“M-Madam, I think you are suffocating him,” Speedwagon pointed out with a light stutter, making the woman tense up a little as she noticed that it was indeed the case.

A quick gasp and I was soon freed from that horrible hold. “I-I’m so sorry, Lord Dio. I was just overjoyed and- and-!”

“H-Hannah, you can calm down,” I swiftly interjected, trying my best to not appear that much air-deprived. “I’m not angry and- what is going on?”

Her panicked expression to reveal quite the pretty look on her face. “Oh, so much has happened since I’ve last seen you, Lord Dio.”

I nodded, gesturing her to continue.

“You see, when you saved me from that horrible man, I thought well about your merciful intervention, and about your good heart to protect me from Jack,” She almost spit poison at that name, but then she continued. “And I decided that I should indeed strive to become the best possible, learning from your teachings as much as I could and… I ditched the brothel.”

...That is kind of good but immensely bad considering she was referring to ‘teachings’. And there was only one thing that I could have ‘taught’ her without thinking too much about it.

“Hannah,” I tried to keep calm while replying to her. “Please, tell me that you didn’t-”

“That’s why, instead of pursuing that disgusting career, I decided to preserve my purity while trying to do more, much more by using your gift,” She paused a moment to reach out something from one of the pockets in her dress, causing everyone to tense up and duck behind some covers.

Orange eyes stared fixedly at the small sphere-like object.

It looked like a well-shaped pebble, but then I noticed something happening.

It started to rotate, it was spinning and… I noticed the familiar pattern.

Color drained from my face in full recognition and proof that I had indeed made something incredibly odd and worrying out from a mere saving.

Hannah here, a simple ex-courtesan, was happily displaying how well-versed she was with the Spin and… I gulped nervously.

“T-That’s good, but what made you think that-”

“Noblemen are usually frowning down on the plight of us poor people,” The young woman interjected with her explanation. “Yet when I thought I was going to die, ignored by the grand majority of this city, I was granted the peace of my mind when you broke me away from that silly mindset. The world is now brighter that there is someone like you around, Lord Dio.”

The way she sounded so over-zealous over my title and role within her rescue effort, I was being reminded of a certain crazy servant of DIO.

At least this one isn’t a crazy-looking man with a scarier Stand.

I gave her a slow nod. “I-I see. It’s good to know that… you are thriving now.”

“Those are flattering words, Lord Dio,” The girl almost vibrated as I concluded this comment, her smile widening in quite the cute and scary manner.

Is that even possible? No, I shouldn’t be even asking at this point.

“It was nice to see you here, Hannah,” I said with a calm tone, ready to get out and just ask about Jack on another day, but just as I said those words, she tensed up and took hold of my hands, putting them together with hers.

“Lord Dio, please. I wish to show you my headquarters and… I will also show you how useful Speedy and his comrades are.”

I didn’t need to glance back to the trio to know that they had to look so embarrassed by how they were cowering for someone that sounded incredibly-nice but also absurdly-dangerous to have around as a leader.

Instead I was trying to find a way out of that pleading, only getting more horrible scenarios that could develop from refusing her ‘kind offer’.

How should I’ve seen this one coming?

I gave her a patient sigh, or something close to that, and I nodded. “I will accept your humble offer, Hannah.”

She giggled and nodded. “Then let us go. I don’t wish to inopportune Lord Dio for too long.”

Oh that is nice and- W-WAIT, HOLD A MOMENT!!

Panic surged as I was suddenly yanked out of the pub, my free hand managing to take hold of the brown box containing my- Dio’s mother’s dress as I was forced to deal with the quite highly-paced rush through Ogre Street.

And while I could hear Speedwagon and his two friends following behind, I couldn’t help but think how horrible this situation was going to end like.

I, Dio, wasn’t certainly in the mood to deal with a case of the Yukako-kind.

-To be continued...