The Joestars were throwing a ball at their estate.

You hid from the crowd and sat on a sofa with Dio, the adopted second son of the Joestar family.

You could hear idle chatter and laughter and the faint playing of the orchestra.

Dio lie against the plush couch, the candle light flickered against the shadows. He hummed and spoke with a soft, deep voice.

“This is so… boring, don’t you agree?”