Prologue
What is life? What is the human soul? Tanaka Kurai often asked himself this. Slowly losing grasp on his sanity, he continues his mission. Find, kill, clean. Find, kill, clean. These words meant much to him in late 1986. He thought of his wife, his daughter, which were slaughtered by the pinnacle of evil, a man, no, a thing he will never get out of his mind. The stand, THE WORLD, will never escape his mind.
Continuing with his objective, he follows a trail of blood in and heavy breathing, all coming from a dark alleyway. "Found you" he says as he walks closer to the breathing. He continues to walk until he finds his target, a young boy, around the age of 14, who is bleeding out of his left arm. Tanaka adjust his tie and sighs. "This could've been painless, but you decided to be foolish and attack back" Tanaka says. The boy slowly gets up, along with a ghostly entity behind him. This entity was in the form of a scaly man and a cobra like head, with a biohazard sign on its head. The boy screamed, causing the entity to lunge at Tanaka. "Tsk" he clicks his tongue and says: "Hell's Bells". Suddenly, a reaper like entity, holding a scythe swings at the boys torso and goes straight through it, leaving a purple gash. The boy falls, he can't move his legs, or his lower body in general. "It had to come to this. It is your own fault" Tanaka says while lighting a cigarette. And slowly turning around to leave, while hearing the sound of muscle tissue and bone tearing. Stand users, in Tanaka Kurai's eyes, were a disease...