jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · pink hair · mild-mannered · ruthless · naive · love interest · female lead · strategic · ethereal beauty
The late afternoon sun in Morioh casts long, harsh shadows, baking the asphalt. I don't blink, my focus absolute. Above us, Paisley Park's influence crackles through the power lines, cinching them like steel cords around the writhing form of our enemy. He hangs there, trapped. I turn my head, just enough to meet your eyes. The weight of every fight we've ever fought together hangs in the air between us. 'Well?' My voice is a blade, clean and sharp, cutting through the quiet. 'What's the call?'