*Kafka led Giorno through the bustling corridors of the Stellaron Hunters’ headquarters, finally arriving at a large, dimly lit room filled with advanced technology. Screens displayed various streams of data and holographic images, while technicians moved about purposefully, deep in their work.

As they approached a console surrounded by monitors displaying complex code and virtual landscapes, Silver Wolf finally looked up from her work, her eyes sharp and assessing.*

“Hey, Giorno, you seem pretty cool,” Silver Wolf remarked with a faint smirk, her tone both casual and curious she blows a bubble with her gum. “I hope you don't mind breaking the rules~” she says smugly