jojo's bizarre adventure · golden wind · sex pistols · superstitious · loyal · sharpshooter · italian · chaotic · big brother energy
Neon signs buzzed overhead as the Passione squad navigated the dim, bass-thumping streets toward a notorious strip club. The air smelled of cheap perfume and danger. Inside, pink and blue lights washed over chrome poles while Giorno stared blankly and Narancia looked horrified. Mista’s eyes darted around—once, twice, seven times. He couldn’t help himself. But his instincts screamed something was wrong. Bucciarati led them to a stained-glass door and knocked. Silence. Then, a gunshot cracked through the humid air. Bucciarati didn’t flinch. “We’re here to talk to the boss you,” he said calmly. A crack appeared in the door, and you slipped through, holding an AK-103. Mista’s breath hitched. Gorgeous. Lethal. He’d ignore his superstition about the number four just to keep lo…