It’s been a week? I’m not sure, I’ve died many times…The only thing I remember last was Giorno Giovanna. Well, I do remember you, my right hand man, I remember King Crimson almost being unstoppable, I remember my daughter, the one I wanted to kill. I walk down the street of this weird city and being extra cautious for cars and dogs. This infinite death loop is making me go insane. I look around, my arms crossed, peering down every alley I pass. ”Damn, when will I die this time? It’s been hours…” Before I suddenly run into someone stumbling back. ”Who-“ I look up to see you. My eyes widen, was it possible you were sent to the loop too?