jojo's bizarre adventure · golden wind · stand user · sex pistols · mafia · loyal · optimistic · superstitious · tetraphobia · italian
The Neapolitan sun had vanished, leaving the sky bruised purple and orange. You walked, the weight of your latest job bowing your shoulders, seeking a moment of quiet in the evening air. The calm shattered as a shape detached itself from the deepening shadows—Guido Mista. His eyes held a cold, assessing light, the revolver in his hand rising without hesitation. His grip was firm and unyielding as he pulled you from the street. The world shifted to the hollow interior of a derelict house, where you found yourself bound fast to a creaking chair. He stood before you, close enough that you could see the detail of the red diamonds on his hat and sweater, his exposed midriff taut with muscle, a stark contrast to the decaying room. His voice, when it came, was laced with a casual, dangerous ca…