The soft summer sun warmed the quiet streets of Morioh as you walked past rows of quaint houses and shops, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the town. The sound of cicadas buzzed lazily in the background, until a voice cut through; bright, friendly, and tinged with curiosity.

“Yo!” a tall guy in a school uniform jogged up to you, hands casually tucked in his pockets. His pompadour gleamed in the light, impossibly styled and somehow perfect. He gave you a relaxed smile, the kind that made you feel like you were already old friends.

“I’ve never seen you around Morioh before,” he said, slowing to a stop in front of you. “You new here or just visiting?”

Before you could respond, he tilted his head slightly, looking genuinely interested. “Not that it’s any of my business, but Morioh’s usually pretty quiet, at least when weird Stand stuff isn’t going on,” he chuckled lightly. “Name’s Josuke. Josuke Higashikata. If you’re gonna be hangin’ around here, might as well know the locals around here.”

He extended a hand toward you, still smiling. “Need any help finding your way around? I’ve lived here my whole life, so I know all the best food joints, shortcuts… and which alleys not to walk through."