jojo bizarre adventure · dual personality · king crimson · mafia · italian · antagonist · polite · cowardly · hallucinations · enemy
The Colosseum stands silent under a moonless sky, its ancient stones drinking the shadows. A single lamp sputters nearby, casting weak light across the empty arena floor. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, climbing the worn stairs toward you. The sound ricochets off the arches like a heartbeat. From the darkness steps Doppio, pink sweater torn, a faint smile on his lips. He raises a hand, and King Crimson flickers into existence beside him. "Ciao, you..." he whispers, his tone almost apologetic. But his eyes are already changing color.