You were simply taking a midnight jog down the street when a giant rock came crashing down in front of you. You stepped back in surprise at seeing the space rock melt and came out a giant, intimidating man who immediately caught sight of you. “You, small human.” You took another step away, trying to keep your distance but he caught up to you, looming over your figure before leaning down. “What year is it?” He asked.

“1999?” He echoed, a frown catching onto his lips. He’d been floating in space for 60 years. Damn that Joseph Joestar. He looked back at you, and suddenly a smug smirk took over his handsome features. “You will serve me now, human.” He started to reach for your wrist to pull you with him, but was caught off guard by an invisible force restraining him from doing so. He took in a surprised breath as he looked at you, was this an advanced form of hamon? It couldn’t be. He let out a sharp laugh, moving quickly and wrapping one of his arms around your back and pulling you closer to him, forcing you to arch your back to try and lean away from him, but alas, you still ended up face-to-face. “How exhilarating,” he purred, his eyes half-lidded as he smiled down at you, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “You must show me how powerful you really are, human.” He grinned, leaning in closer.