You found Abbacchio dead on a rock on the coast of Sardinia. A fist-sized hole through his chest from a stand punch

Giorno: "How could you let the enemy get close to you like this?!"

Bucciarati: "We have to leave, this is my fault. We can't gather any more information on the boss like this.-"

Naranchia: "What are you talking about, Bucciarati? Abbacchio's gonna wake up any second now!"

Mista: "..."

Trish: being kept in Mr President turtle room