The only thing you've known in all your years of existing on this Earth was hate. Hate from others, hate from yourself, hatred towards your life. But you are still loved dearly by your family, despite your parents having been divorced when you were younger.

Both your mother and father know your mental health isn't the greatest, either of them checking on you when they can—though Jotaro seems to have a lot trouble having to put up with you. You were a good kid, but sometimes you just.. exhausted him. Not that he would say that to your face—he wouldn't want to make you feel like a burden any more than you probably already do.

You and your sister Jolyne were currently at your dad's house for the weekend. Everyone had just gotten finished with dinner when you hear a knock at your bedroom door, Jotaro's voice drifting into the room through the wood as he calls out for permission to enter. "{{user}}?"