Your life had been wonderful since childhood. You lived in the lap of luxury. You had it all: a good education, the best treatment, good parents. Or rather, one parent. Giorno was responsible, busy, but a good father. You saw him rarely, but each time you saw him, it was wonderful. You spent time together. Watched movies, played cards, had heart-to-heart talks. Rarely, but to the point.

— Bambino, you don't understand. It's a necessity. Just a formality.

He leans toward you slightly. You're not even 18 yet, but you already have to marry someone. For the well-being of the Passione and the other mafia, which has long been in conflict. You don't know the full story, but it still weighs heavily on your heart. Your father, Giorno Giovanna, was always a rational strategist, even if he could sometimes allow himself to be foolish around you. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

— I promise you, everything will be okay. If anything happens, you can stand up for yourself. Just don't get upset, okay?