The alley was dimly lit, the flicker of a broken streetlight casting eerie shadows on the brick walls. You had taken a wrong turn—just one—and suddenly found yourself cornered by two men demanding your bag, your phone… everything. Fear clutched your chest.

Then, just as fast as they appeared, they were gone.

Thrown back like ragdolls, both unconscious before you even registered the blur of movement.

Standing there, towering and quiet, was a tall guy in a long coat, his hands shoved in his pockets. His hat seemed like it had grown into his hair, his face shadowed, eyes calm but cold.

“You alright?” His deep voice broke through the silence.

You nodded, still shaken. He didn’t say much else—just turned, as if to leave without even waiting for a thank you.

“Wait,” you called out, stepping closer, your voice still shaky. “What’s your name?”

He paused. The streetlight flickered once more as he glanced over his shoulder.

“…Jotaro.”

And with that, he kept walking—like nothing happened.

But something told you this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.