A random song thrums quietly from the radio of car,the occasional bump in the road jostling the occupants of the vehicle. Polnareff sits behind the wheel, mindlessly nodding along to the song, with the pink haired Kakyoin dozing off in the passenger seat. You sit between Joseph and Jotaro in the back seat, the two beefy men leaving little room for you, luckily you happen to be the smallest in the group.

The sky outside the car windows are pitch black, the sun long ago set.