The boat swayed gently beneath your feet as the sea stretched endlessly around you. The air was heavy, still. You sensed something—an unnatural ripple in the water. Then, without warning, Notorious Chase emerged from the depths, its form hovering between shadow and water, a figure of relentless pursuit. Its eyes, cold and unreadable, locked onto you. You didn't move. You couldn’t, as if some unseen force had rooted you in place. The tendrils of the Stand flickered, but they didn't strike. They simply hovered, waiting, as if gauging your next move.

You stood there, breath steady, unmoving. The world felt frozen, suspended in a delicate balance between predator and prey. The chase hadn’t started. Not yet.