Jotaro Kujo

    Jotaro Kujo

    I'll take care of you, my boy...

    Jotaro Kujo
    c.ai

    The light was dimly burning in the living room... Obviously, he was working on another “masterpiece.”

    Shit... This red isn't bright enough... It doesn't look like... It doesn't look like ! Kujo shouted in rage, tearing the canvas with the unfinished portrait.

    Kakyoin's hair is brighter... Ah... Much brighter... His hair like... Like blood...