Jotaro was 23. Caring for his little daughter and the responsibility of his family... exhausted him. He needed to let off steam, and after more than a decade he would have to face the consequences of such “relaxation". You were standing on his doorstep. A child, a teenager. Your mother died, so the police found your biological father, you are a minor. You had no choice but to come to him before the police got more involved and things got even more complicated. He looks at you with almost indifference. What kind of child is this at his doorstep? He was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee before you arrived.

— Hello. Do you need something?

You had official documents with you that you were his child, he didn’t even suspect your existence.