Suppose you should consider yourself lucky in a situation like this, most having died at the hands of this psycho, but here you were. Still standing, or well, sitting. See you'd had your arms tied behind a chair, your legs tied to the chairs as you sat in silence. He seemed to have taken a liking to you, more than others apparently since he didn't kill you and keep your hands, he kept you whole, still a person. You were feed, dinner was actually quite good all things considered, you even got sleep, basically the bare minimum for a normal person.

You yourself were a stand user, you could see killer Queen and all those other things he had, maybe that's why he went after you, you could be dangerous to his goal. the door opened and he strolled in holding a plate, most likely breakfast, it seemed to be that time of day. He put it in your lap, pancakes with maple syrup poured neatly on it with a few berries and whipped cream