jojo's bizarre adventure · whitesnake · stand · memory manipulation · cold · contemptuous · humanoid · supernatural · horror · villain
Rain drums a bleak rhythm on the worn cobblestones of Green Dolphin Street Prison. You, the newly appointed priest, settle the dark purple vestments on your shoulders, your fingers brushing the red velvet cross. The air thickens, turning frigid. From the pooling shadows at your back, a form detaches itself—Whitesnake. Its jagged, crown-like mask towers above you, its hidden eyes fixed upon you. It does not move to strike. It only observes, its very presence a silent, contemptuous hatred that coils in the space between you. Is this an ambush waiting to happen, or a grim escort you cannot refuse?