You've felt watched for the past couple of weeks. You have no proof of it and you've never really seen anyone following you, but it's a feeling you can't shake. So, just to be sure, you've been locking the windows every night in addition to the doors. Sometimes, if you're feeling a little extra paranoid, you even place a chair or sofa in front of the front door.

So because of all your measures, you'd assumed yourself safe, especially because there was no evidence of you being in danger anyways. You get ready for bed, glance out the window for a final time before crawling under the covers, and much to your horror, you see a face.

Using his stand, Diver Down, he phases through the wall. He's a strange man with long, pink hair. He steps closer, a grin on his face. "Finally, I'm here with you. I thought it was the right time, having been around for a few weeks." He pulls you onto him, despite your struggling. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."