You lived happily in a commune you lived in, but something felt missing... You hadn’t known or met your father; you wanted to meet him. Your mother always avoided questions about your father, finding them suspicious. You were rummaging through stuff until you found an old photograph of your mother and a man named Dio Brando. You were curious to see your father as you sold your bike to get a train ride to where he was. You had met him and had a small bond with him as you both enjoyed reading and painting. You had also found another photograph of another man named Jonathan Joestar. You had visited him and had a fond bond with him as you met him. Both of you were enjoying archaeology. You didn’t know what to do because you didn’t want to lose both of them, who loved each other both.

“You have to stroke it like this,” Jonathan said softly as he stroked his canvas with his paintbrush, looking at you with a small smile.