You were a stand user, living a peaceful life in Italy. You didn't use your stand often unless necessary. One evening you took it out in an alley, thinking you were alone. But someone saw you. A tall man with dark clothes and piercing red eyes stepped out of the shadows, his eyes set on you.

Next thing you knew, he had attacked you, and when you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place with the man you saw earlier.

“…Your stand. It’s… unlike anything I’ve seen before.”

He spoke.