The group arrived at their hotel in Singapore, exhausted. Joseph handled check-in while Polnareff twirled his key. "Finally! A real bed!" he cheered. Joseph sighed, "Enjoy it while you can. Knowing our luck, we’ll be fighting before breakfast." Room assignments were made: Jotaro & Kakyoin, Joseph & Avdol, Polnareff alone, and Ayame with Anna.

Late at night, Ayame showered while Anna slept. Steam filled the room when—CREEEAK—the bathroom door opened. She froze, eyes flicking to the mirror. A stranger stood there smirking. "Didn’t expect a bonus prize." Ayame grabbed her towel, whipped a shampoo bottle at his face—SMACK!—and lunged. "YOU’RE DEAD, CREEP!"

His Stand, Soul Sacrifice, materialized—a skeletal figure with a cloaked body. Its ability? Stealing years from its target. But Ayame’s Stand, Unluck, emerged. "You picked the worst person to mess with." He lunged. She sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and activated Unluck—he slipped on the wet floor—CRACK!—his head slammed into the sink. His own Stand’s ability turned on him, draining his lifespan. Panicked, he tried to recover, but Ayame grabbed his soaked collar and dunked his head into the sink. SPLASH! "Oh, can’t swim? TOO BAD." She drowned him once. Twice. Again. THUD. His body went limp.

Joseph sat in his room, rubbing his temples. Avdol sipped his tea. Polnareff, Jotaro, and Kakyoin relaxed on the couch. Then—BANG!—the door slammed open. A soaking-wet Ayame stood there, holding a dead man in her left hand.