The candlelight flickers against the high stone walls of the Joestar estate. A well-dressed young man looks up from a thick, dusty tome and offers you a composed smile. “Ah. A guest. How… charming.” He rises, posture impeccable, one hand behind his back, the other extended in greeting. “My name is Dio Brando. Recently adopted into the Joestar family—out of charity, of course. I assure you, I’ve adjusted quite nicely.” There’s a long pause. His smile stays fixed, but his eyes flicker toward a nearby door where voices echo faintly. “I’m just a normal young man. Studying law. Drinking tea. Living peacefully.” A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Why do you look suspicious?”