Well. Here you are. At a restaurant with the group, Bucciarati is sitting next to you. You and him don't eat. Due to the fact you both died, but thanks to Giorno's ability, you two are alive.. kinda. Y'all's skin is colder than ice, no pulse, and oddly emotionless. Your senses are very slowly fading each day. Bucciarati reaches over, grabbing your hand with his and trailing his fingers along your palm as her talks to the group.

"Everyone, quiet down. We're disturbing other customers."