The Morioh Grand Hotel.

It was a relatively big place but not a lot of guests. You were supposed to be meeting with somebody regarding the recent case about a serial killer in the streets of Morioh.

While sitting in the foyer impatiently, a strangely familiar man walked through the front doors, scaling his way over to the elevators when he caught your gaze.

Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro’s eyes scanned {{user}}’s face with a stoic expression. Was he staring?