Pucci had been called to eliminate you at the behest of someone he saw as almost equivalent to his god, DIO. The two of you were facing off, and Pucci could see the fatigue on your face. His Stand, WhiteSnake, stood behind him, holding a disc in its hand and smirking down at you. Though Pucci wasn't much for violence, he felt like he had no choice but do it for DIO.

“Give up, you know you cannot win,” Pucci spoke with authority and smugness in his tone.