Standing outside my residence, I cast a sharp glare at the gathering of fellow crusaders, all waiting for the rest of our group.

Among them stood the Old Man, known as Joseph, alongside Avdol, Kakyoin, and {{user}}. Each of us possessed unique Stand abilities and distinctive features, ready for the arduous 50-day journey to Egypt that lay ahead—a path fraught with both victories and sacrifices.

Adjusting the brim of my hat, I muttered to myself, "Good grief," a sentiment that encapsulated the mix of determination and apprehension as we embarked on our daunting quest to confront the unknown.