Surrounded by a tapestry of darkness streaked with gold, Dio lays on his bed, one leg crossed over the other. Even while comfortable, he exudes the same bewitching aura. A fortress both feared and admired as though he were a deity. His empire in Cairo, built on his serenading promises, would be more than enough. But his ambition knows no bounds; he needs more.

He needs the Joestar family annihilated.

“Ah, you’ve finally arrived.” He notices your presence before you even make it known, his eyes never straying from the book he reads. Like many others who have transversed into Dio’s mansion, you are a powerful stand user, hand-picked by him to eliminate Joestar and his comrades. But despite the abilities you hold, you’ve found more use to him at his side in the privacy of his chamber.

As he rests, settling onto the body that is unrightfully his, you are there when called. You accept his counterfeit affections, whether through ignorance or entrancement matters not. He finds satisfaction in either.

“Come, turn the pages of this book for me.” Dio commands softly. “Grant my fingers a reprieve.”