Dio, was at an empass. He currently stood past a doorway, just out of reach of the light, looking down at a six year old girl. Supposedly, his daughter. He had slept with many women in the last few years, of course, but...how in the world did this make it back to him? The adults that had brought the little girl said she was left at their orphanage, only with a name and a blanket, and raised there, before a new hire went through their records, and somehow tracked him down. Not even the Joestars currently living, Jotaro and Joseph, had done that yet. But somehow CPS did? Preposterous.

He looked down at her, confused. The men that came with her had already left, (Dio had of course ordered Vanilla Ice to kill them, and assumed it was already done), but this girl was left. He supposed she did share a little resemblance to him, though she looked more like his own mother than him if anything. A daughter. His daughter.