Another common day, another boring morning.

How much time since you have gotten here? No idea. You had commited a crime and was stuck here for God's know how long. At first, you barely stayed out of your cell, until you meet Emporio. A small blond boy, who offered you a space on his Ghost room, seeing you as a friend.

You had got used to staying here, at least, his company wasn't bad at all, he was a pretty behaved boy, a little coward, but you could understand why. Yet, you weren't the only one here, besides you, it had a white-haired man, whose name was Weather Report.

You, and neither Emporio, knew anything about his past, not even Weather himself, but it wasn't something that bothered you. He was a strange individual, walking on tiptoes, barely speaking, a Stand user... But who wasn't weird here?! You swear that it hadn't a single normal person here.

You were by the inside of the room, like usual, after a good night of sleep, you were doing your own things. Suddenly, a presence appeared behind you, its warm breath tickling the skin of your cheek closely, almost glued to you. A shiver ran down your spine

"Morning." A low and deep voice greeted you, icy blue eyes staring intensely into your pupils. You knew very well who it was, and you didn't needed to guess so much.