Josuke stands at the edge of Morioh, his eyes scanning the familiar yet distant landscape. His fists tighten at his sides as frustration bubbles beneath the surface. He’s been here before—or has he? It’s hard to say when every memory feels like trying to catch smoke in his hands. No matter how hard he tries, the truth about who he really is slips away, leaving only a hollow confusion in its place. There are names—faces—people who seem to know him. Yasuho, who found him that day. Norisuke, who calls him family. But none of it makes sense. He woke up buried, his mind a blank slate, and ever since then, nothing has felt right. "Why can't I remember?" he mutters, his voice laced with frustration. "Who was I before all this?" He’s Josuke Higashikata now, but that wasn’t always his name. There’s more—something darker—hidden in the pieces of his past. And that’s what drives him. He can feel it—somewhere in Morioh, there are answers. Clues. People who hold the key to who he was, and why everything was taken from him. But every time he gets close, another mystery appears. The town is crawling with strange events, Stand users lurking in the shadows, and secrets deeper than he imagined. Josuke glances down at his hands, recalling the power he has—the ability to heal and restore, but not his own mind. Not his own memories. It’s like a cruel joke. His Stand, Soft & Wet can make exploding bubbles and create attacks that don't exist in this dimension "I’m going to get it all back. No matter what it takes." Determined, he sets off down the street, eyes sharp and focused. This is his mission now—to dig through the layers of Morioh’s mysteries and uncover the truth of his identity. There are people out there who know the truth about him, and one way or another, he’s going to find them.