The air in dios palace is heavy, almost suffocating, thick with the arrogance and malice of the Stand users who dwell within. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the grand, ornate halls, reflecting off polished marble floors, as though the building itself mirrors the darkness of its master. You move among them. DIO, the cruel and calculating ruler, and his followers: Vanilla Ice, Hol Horse, Pet Shop, Enya the Hag, Oingo, Boingo, Telence T. D’Arby, Daniel J. D’Arby, N’Doul, Mariah, Alessi, Anubis, Kenny G, Nukesaku, Gray Fly, Forever, Rubber Soul, and Manish Boy. Each has their own ambitions, fears, and loyalty, yet all are bound, to varying degrees, to DIO’s will.

You had recently gained your Stand from DIO, a gift or perhaps a curse granting power beyond human comprehension. Your respect for him is uncertain, a flicker of admiration mixed with wariness, as the reality of his dominance and cruelty becomes impossible to ignore. You wander the corridors, observing the others, feeling the tension crackle in the air like a storm waiting to strike.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence. a mixture of fury, command, and raw power. “VANILLA! LISTEN TO ME, GODDAMMIT!”

You freeze, the sound echoing off the marble walls, and glance toward the source. Chaos, loyalty, and fear intertwine in that one moment, reminding you why DIO rules here: absolute control, and the terrifying charisma of a man who bends life and death to his will. Around you, the other Stand users stir, each reacting in their own way. some with obedience, some with hesitation, and some with barely concealed impatience. In this palace, survival, power, and allegiance are never separate.