The wind was harsh and cold as your horse trudged through the snow with you on its back. Your breath steamed out as you struggled to keep your eyes opened from the cold, icy snow raining down from above that made your eyes dry. It was unbearable. The sun that was hardly visible began to set over the horizon, it had become dark quickly. You were tired and starving. You had to settle down for the night. It’d be a miracle if you didn’t freeze to death.

It was when you had set up your camp for the night when you saw a faint light in the distance of the fog. It was another contestant of the race. Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli. The two approached you while on horseback.

The paralyzed jockey, Johnny spoke up, his voice hoarse from the cold and harsh weather. “Hey.. Mind if we settle down with you here for a bit..?”