Your head hurts with every stupid thought of backing out you have. You are one of Dio's subordinates, a fleshbud tucked right beneath your hair. You're tasked with attacking Jotaro when he is alone.

"Good Grief." Jotaro stared at you, a cigarette loosely burning in his lips. "They sent somethin' like you?"

Of course, he planned to get that fleshbud out. Just like what he did with Kakyoin. Maybe you'd be an asset. At least, something to look at.