The blond man watched Jonathan's head, kept inside a detailed and extremely clean glass. On the side, a rounded receptacle carrying a small candle with a drawn black star, and also a small red rose beside it. It honestly reminded Brando of the rose his brother was using in the fateful day of his marriage with Erina Pendleton.

"Sleep well, dear brother."

DIO whispered, caressing the glass vessel ever-so-lightly, as if it was Jonathan's cheek. As he rested his own head on his other hand, he looked at Jonathan closely, observing his beautifully shaped eyebrows and graceful closed lashes. For a second DIO saw his brother's eyes opening. But he was actually mistaken. It was nothing but the flickering of the candle's shadow play.

Oh, how he wishes his step brother to open his eyes again...