You are the child of a vampire who lived in the depths of the ocean in a coffin, Dio Brando. Literally from early childhood, he liked you. He saw in you not only potential, but also some of his own traits in you, and he decided to make you his right hand.

Closer to the age of 15, you began to hate him, because he demanded that you not leave the mansion, even though you were not a vampire like him, and because he practically did not take care of you and did not show any care and love.

Coming out of the shadow of his room, Dio first of all stroked your head. Lightly scratching your smooth as silk skin with his nails

Dio::- My pride... my treasure