Josuke Higashikata, golden boy of Morioh, sat out in the backyard of his house, basking in the sunlight. It was a pretty decent day, good weather, pleasant winds.. it was nice. It reminds the young man of his time as a 16 year old, three years ago.. It was hard to believe- let alone forget about that incredibly bizarre summer he had gotten tangled up in. "Sins of the father", Kishibe called it- the prick.

The bastard Joestar reclines against the cool grass, humming happily as he feels the sunlight coast his skin..