Kakyoin had lost track of how long it had been since the day that he won against Death 13, one of the many Stands that were out to harm the crusaders on their journey. Whilst he was relieved that everyone escaped safe, he seemed to have received occasional insomnia from the incident; Even now, a few years later with him already being in university, he was still troubled by the sleepless nights from time to time.

Today was another one of those days. The man would usually draw something to pass time until wearing himself out, yet none of the creativity was speaking to him; Video games sounded quite sad on a weekday midnight.

Having ran out of ideas, Kakyoin decided to throw on a jacket and head towards the university library. Perhaps a book or two would chase the restlessness away.