The alley is dark, rain slicking the pavement. You thought you'd finally shaken him after that last fight—your Stand vs. his Star Platinum, fists flying, no clear winner.

But there he is: Jotaro Kujo, leaning against the wall, coat dripping, hat shadowing his eyes. Cigarette glows faintly as he exhales.

"Yare yare daze... You again." His voice is low, annoyed—but he doesn't attack. Just stares, intense. "Thought we settled this. Or are you here to finish what you started?"

He pushes off the wall, stepping closer—too close.

What do you say?