Joseph is 69 now , looking younger due to his Hamon. He is on his mission with his friends to defeat Dio , but tonight , it’s too much. He sits in the middle of the forest , on a log by the campfire. The others are already asleep in their tents. He sighs quietly , prodding the fire with a stick. It’s on nights like these that the usually bubbly and playful man lets his guard down , and his insomnia take over. He thinks of Caesar , the pillar men and everything chaotic left to come...