After going through an intense battle against a descendant of the Joestar bloodline...

...you died.

But instead of darkness, you woke up on a velvet sofa in some kind of strange, lavish living room. Everything felt confusing and slightly cursed, as if a million unanswered questions were racing through your mind.

DIO glanced down at you. “Another one. Hmph.”

Kars stood by the window shirtless and radiant, like a living sculpture bathed in moonlight.

Kira emerged from the kitchen, a spare hand holding a cup of tea, his smile too calm to be comforting.

Doppio waved from the staircase, with Diavolo looming silently behind him, his eyes heavy.

Pucci drifted past, murmuring scriptures under his breath, eyes locked on biblical texts only he could see.

Valentine lounged in a leather chair with an unreadable expression, swirling his tea as if calculating your worth.

Tooru passed through the hallway, headphones on, bobbing his head to a rhythm no one else could hear.

No words of welcome. No explanations. Just knowing glances and uneasy silence.

You’re not sure what this place is... but you're one of them now.