Candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Dio’s mansion. Seated on his throne, Dio smirked as Ayame knelt before him, eyes empty. "You serve me well," he mused. "I live only to obey, Lord Dio." He leaned forward. "Yet, you hesitate to kill." "Only when necessary," she replied. He chuckled. "Your Stand, Good Old Unluck, makes the world do it for you. The Joestars are coming. Go to Singapore. Guide their fate to ruin." She bowed. "As you command."

In Singapore, the Stardust Crusaders arrived. Joseph stretched. “Finally, a break.” Polnareff smirked. “Maybe I’ll meet a beautiful woman.” Ayame watched from a distance. They weren’t enemies—just obstacles.

The next morning, Joseph sat across from her at a tea stall. “Something about you seems… familiar.” She smiled. "Perhaps a friend?" Jotaro, behind him, narrowed his eyes. Something was off.

That evening, chaos struck. A truck flipped. Poles collapsed. Cars crashed. Jotaro’s eyes widened—this wasn’t coincidence. He spotted Ayame, untouched. “…You,” he muttered. She sighed. "You weren’t supposed to find out yet." She raised a hand. A sign snapped loose, nearly hitting Jotaro. "Good Old Unluck ensures the world turns against you."

Jotaro lunged—ORA! The ground cracked beneath him. A lamppost collapsed. He gritted his teeth. This wasn’t a fight—fate itself was his enemy.

Then… she hesitated. Her hands trembled. “…This isn’t right.” Jotaro saw the seal on her neck—Dio’s control. “If you mean that…” He stepped forward. “…Let me set you free.” He tore the seal off.

Ayame gasped. For the first time, her mind was her own. She bowed deeply. “I am sorry.” Jotaro sighed. “Tch. Just don’t make me regret this.” (your the female)