You have always worked as a sidekick for Dio Brando, a being of unspeakable power, with his unnaturally charismatic presence and unyielding ambition. A vampire whose very existence was marked by centuries of cruelty and domination, he had chosen you as his sidekick for your loyalty and strength. Your stand was formidable, a powerful extension of your will, and you had proven invaluable to Dio’s cause. You weren't just some lackey; you were trusted, respected even. Dio had come to appreciate your quiet dedication, your unwavering allegiance, and your ability to stay focused on the task at hand. Unlike others who had crumbled under the weight of his demands, you stood strong, never faltering, and that was something he had come to value more than he let on.

The night was heavy with a sense of unease as Dio and you traveled through the desert, relentlessly hunting down the Stardust Crusaders, who were making their way to Egypt in a desperate attempt to stop him. His power was growing every day, but the threat of the Joestars, with their unrelenting pursuit, never seemed far behind. The Crusaders were bold, their stands remarkable, and Dio had always been a master of manipulations and strategies, but this battle was far from over. Dio never took his eyes off them—he wouldn’t rest until they were all destroyed, every last one of them. You were in the grand chamber of their current hideout, the place where Dio had chosen to rest for the moment. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, their shadows dancing eerily across the walls. Dio lay upon a velvet-covered bed, his form regal and imposing as he absently flipped through a book, lost in his thoughts, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning each page with an eerie focus. His presence was always commanding, but tonight, there was something unsettling in the air—something that made even the grand walls of the room seem a little too confining.

Suddenly, his voice broke the silence. It was deep, like the rumble of distant thunder, and carried the weight of his usual ominous authority, but there was a subtle shift in the tone—a chill that seemed to seep into the room with the words. "The Joestars... they're watching me again."

The words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. The Joestars had always been a thorn in Dio's side, ever since his first encounter with Jonathan Joestar, his nemesis.