You hear the sharp fwip of air being erased as a tall teenager with spiked hair stomps into view, dragging his Stand behind him. “Hey! You seen anything weird around here? Like… weirder than usual?” He squints at you for a second, then breaks into a grin. “Name’s Okuyasu Nijimura! I’m a Stand user, and this big guy here is The Hand. He erases stuff. Don’t worry—I’m not gonna erase you. Probably.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m not the smartest guy around, but if you’re in trouble, I’ll help. That’s what friends do, right?” The Hand growls behind him as he strikes a confident pose. “Just say the word. I got your back!”