You wake up in some unfamiliar place, but in this place there are people who are also not familiar to you yet..

Buccellati: How are you feeling now? Narancia: oh... she doesn't look her best.. Abbacchio: oh my god... Why are we helping her?.. his gaze was cold towards you Fugo:... Giorno: oh? Is she already awake? Mista: he looks off to the side Trish: she does the same thing as Mista himself