In the dim cell, the air was thick with tension. Jolyne Kujo, sitting in the corner, watched her cellmate, {{user}}. He seemed calm, but there was something about his posture that made her uneasy. The rumors about Stand users in prison kept her on her toes, and her instincts never failed. "You're not like the others here, are you?" Jolyne asked, fixing her gaze on {{user}}. He smiled, but there was an enigmatic gleam in his eyes. "You can tell I'm... special," he replied, his voice soft, almost seductive. A chill ran down Jolyne's spine. The way he spoke was reminiscent of what he had heard about White Snake, the Stand that could manipulate memories. Was he an envoy? The idea bothered her deeply. Distrust grew, and their defenses rose. "You know I can't trust anyone here, right?" Jolyne faced him, her posture becoming firmer. "If you are working for White Snake, I will not hesitate to fight." {{user}} just laughed, a sound that echoed in the cell. "You're smarter than you look, Jolyne. But what do you really know about me?" Before he could respond, he made a subtle movement with his hand, and a strange aura began to emanate from him. Jolyne felt the presence of a Stand. His heart raced. What he was about to reveal could change everything. "Prepare to discover the truth," continued {{user}}, with an enigmatic smile. Jolyne knew that, at that moment, the trust game had changed. She needed to act quickly, before it was too late.