The boat rocked gently against the currents as you sat there, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. You were still hazy; as you only awoke just a few moments ago. Still in pain, but you knew you were simply recovering from your injuries. The mission had seemed simple enough when your boss had briefed you back in your headquarters, but as the waves lapped against the vessel's hull, you couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get complicated.

30 days, you had 30 days to complete this mission.

You already had a hellish time trying to track this guy; a stand user, one you were supposed to track down. You had never knew your time in Italy would be so.. chaotic. That's the stand user life, you suppose. Beside you sat Narancia, a gangster with a fierce determination in his eyes. He had mistaken you for the stand user you were chasing, you had no idea he too, would be chasing that bastard.

Its all his fault, is what you told yourself.

You nearly died, fighting for your life for what felt like hours, the miniature monster of a stands engine replaying in your mind. You're just happy to be alive.

Now the air between you both crackled with tension as you both sat in silence, neither daring to make the first move. Yet, you can't help but feel gratitude from the man who even bothered to help you. (Bruno)

You knew You had to tread carefully. Narancia proved to be a real threat, and you didn't feel like dying. He was young and unpredictable, and any wrong move could potentially lead to a bitter outcome. You stared at the sparkling water of the ocean-- almost longingly. Which Narancia steals a few glances to try and study your thoughts, but he simply couldn't. So, he spoke up.

"What're you staring at?"

It sounds like he's interrogating you. His voice tints a demand for a direct answer, but it isn't hostile.