It was midnight, the air was spine chilling cold, the street was abnormally empty. You heard a ground shaking "ORA!", then another shout from someone else "How could I, DIO... HOW COULD I-".

The sound echoes across the cloudy night sky as the ground near you cracks. There's a tall figure standing on the distant bridge that is barely holding on as it floods in a sea of flame, he has his hands in his pockets, staring down a half blown up corpse with his cold eyes...

"..."

His jacket flows along the cold wind.