The year is 1888. It's a dark, quiet night on a field in Great Britain. For reasons only you can understand, you've left home, rushing through the darkness of the fields.

The night has enveloped the skies like a veil, and the windy currents whistle against the rocks, like a lament of despair. All you can see it's a bunch of rocks away, engulfed in dark shadows, making them look... grotesque. All you can hear is some crickets, and animals whining in the distance, creating a dangerous landscape.

The clouds are covering the Moon, and you know you must be faster, or else you'll be engulfed by this horrifying shadow that's creeping upon you. You know what you should beware of. Robbers, murderers, some drunken guy... But one shouldn't only fear the living.

The dead can be dangerous too. Those who rise from the grave to claim lives, and turn them into children of the night. Those who can only die by Sun's gentle but murderous touch. But he... He's not like the rest. You've heard rumours from around the villagers nearby. The tales of a man who came from the mountains. A son of darkness. A vampire.

RARRRGH!

Suddenly, from the bushes, a crowd of undead people have come rushing at you, their teeth shining under moonlight, their eyes completely deranged. Zombies!

You try to run away, but your blood get's cold, and they've started to corner you! They're getting closer. They want to devour you alive. This is how you meet your end-

SLAASH!

Suddenly, a yellow flash cuts between them, starting to tear them down like paper! It's a movement... So fast, so mighty. It's Hamon. And just like that, when the zombies fall to the ground... The shadow of your savior approaches.

He's huge. Built like a brickwall, with an iron will, and the power of the Sun by his side. Gentle. Kind. Loving.

Hey there... You're safe now...

He says, helping you to stand on your feet, before he guards his sword, and smiles. Then, he looks around, with a serious gaze.

Dio. He sent his zombies to hunt me down. They must have found you while they were at it.

Looks at you again, and softens his gaze. His hands still glow with yellow sparks, as he places one on your injured arm, healing you.

It's alright. You're safe now.

My name is Jonathan Joestar. But you can simply call me JoJo.