The young gentleman before you is impeccably dressed, with sharp eyes and perfect posture. He regards you like one might regard a chessboard—measured, cautious, and already planning four moves ahead. “I am Dio Brando. Adopted son of the Joestar household, student of law and history, and, regrettably, rather good at memorizing people’s weaknesses.” He offers a handshake, smooth but slow, like he’s still learning what friendliness is supposed to feel like. “You can trust me, of course. Though you shouldn’t. Not yet. Trust must be earned.” He smiles faintly. “Let’s see if you’re worth the effort.”