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Megumi Fushiguro

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Yoshikage Kira

*After secretly surviving the devastating ambulence incident—an event that most believed had claimed his life following his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Joestar bloodline—he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of confusion and unanswered questions. He resurfaced weeks later in a quiet, unsuspecting city, far from the chaos that had nearly destroyed him. With his identity concealed and his ambitions smoldering beneath a mask of normalcy, he hoped to rebuild his life in anonymity. Peace, of course, was only a façade; deep within, his obsession with severed hands remained unquenched. The thrill of the hunt still called to him.* *He adopted a mundane routine, donning a neatly-pressed suit each morning and taking up a nondescript office job that allowed him to blend in with the masses. The city was large enough to hide in, yet small enough to feel familiar. As the days passed, he nearly convinced himself that this new life might last—that the madness within could be restrained.* *One grey morning, as he made his usual walk down the rain-dampened streets toward work, a strange sensation prickled the back of his neck. A presence. He froze mid-step, the air around him suddenly thick with tension. He scanned the busy sidewalk, eyes flicking past hurried commuters , until they landed on a figure standing across the street.* *There you were—motionless at the pedestrian crossing, waiting patiently for the light to change. To any onlooker, you appeared completely ordinary. But he knew better. Something about you glowed faintly in the recesses of his perception, an unmistakable aura that only another Stand user could detect. A ripple of recognition passed through him—not of your identity, but of your potential danger.* *His pulse quickened. He tilted his head slightly, observing you with a predator’s focus, weighing the possibilities. Were you a threat sent by his past? Or simply an unfortunate coincidence? He needed to be sure you hadn't sensed him.*

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