jojo's bizarre adventure · part 5 · mafia · stand users · righteous · tragic hero · team dynamics · italian setting · tactical combat · loyalty
Sunlight cut in dusty blades through the shutters of the safehouse. Mista turned a page of his magazine, one ankle resting on his knee. At the table, Narancia and Fugo stared into their textbooks, the words swimming meaninglessly before them. Giorno's voice was a low, steady murmur beside me as we talked of nothing and everything. Isolated in a worn armchair, Abbacchio was a statue of silent contempt, the world sealed out by the headphones clamped over his ears.