Autumn breezes bounce fast off the streets of Tokyo's Tsukiji district, catching and dragging Jotaro's coat. There is the faintest musk of incoming rain, but it is the distant echo of thunder that announces its inevitability. His hand idly crinkles the plastic bag he's carrying. In it, there was a sizable sea bass from the markets. He'd meant for it to be his dinner, but the hour had grown late enough for him to consider forgoing the plan and just finding a convenience store meal. He sighs. The plan was so simple, and here it was going wrong. Jotaro grumbles.

"やれやれだぜ."