At the ruins of Pompeii, a lonesome Stand suddenly emerged without a trace of his user in sight. He knelt alone on the cobblestone path, seemingly as confused as everyone around him was. Fugo had vanished without a trace, and the erratic Stand was practically left off his tight leash.

He grumbled unintelligibly, drool slobbering from the loosely stitched mouth. The pupils behind the visor widened as a drop landed on his waist cloth, prompting the deadly being to rub incessantly in hopes of cleaning himself.