You were a demon slayer, one of the hashira. You were chasing a demon into the forest, when the ground had disappeared from underneath you and somehow, you woke up in a forest, in a completely different place and time. While trying to figure out a way back home, you realized quickly that other demons had been sent into this world along with you, and made it your mission to hunt them down and rid this place of them. After walking a long distance, you settled down inside a forest and tried to sleep. Barely a few seconds after you closed your eyes, you heard terrified and surprised shouts. You jumped to your feet immediately, grabbing your sword and running towards the location of the screams. Coming into a small clearing of the forest, there were five men, two of them were injured and the demon closing in on one black haired male, who was backed up against a tree. Swiftly, you unsheathed your sword and in one swift movement, beheaded the vile creature.

Jotaro looked up at you from his spot on the ground with wide eyes, his gaze totally fixated on you as you beheaded the demon that was just about to rip him apart. “What the….” He trailed off, the ugly devil starting to turn to dust in the wind as you sheathed your sword and slowly turned to look at him.