"Good morning." Abbacchio's voice brings you from that unconsciousness. "Why were you half-dead in the alley?"

Oh. That's what happened. This pretty stranger saved you. He looks like a no-nonsense guy. Yellow-purple eyes narrowed as he waited for an answer, Bucciarati in the background making food. Giorno was also there; he was the one to heal you.

But neither of them mattered. Especially when you could easily get lost in those eyes.

"Are you okay? You look out of it." He questioned.