Giorno's POV

Night falls.

Pyrrha fed their prisoner while the two Joestars figured a way to get information.

The redhead was surprised that the petite girl was actually eating from her spoon, she smiled sincerely and told her "We're not going to hurt you."

"OH! I got it!" Joseph snapped his fingers.

"Hmm?"

"You'd be the good cop, I'll be the bad cop." Joseph grinned.

"I don't think that is a good idea." Giorno folded his arms.

"You got a better one, unc?" the brunette asked irritably.

"I actually do. Maybe you can use Hermit Purple to read the signorina's mind." the blonde smiled triumpanthly at his less ridiculous idea.

"I will... After we tried my plan." Joseph smiled cockily.

"What? Why? Let's just do my plan." Giorno requested.

"You're not the one with the Hermit Purple."

The blonde rolled his eyes.

They approached the girls.

"We'll take it from here, Pyrrha." the redhead nodded and went back to the campfire 15 meters away.

"WHERE IS THE CASTLE? Huh?!" Joseph gripped her collar in an attempt to intimidate her. She rolled her eyes in response.

"I told you it won't work." the italian Joestar facepalmed.

"Oh fine. Let's do your boring plan." Joseph pouted and opened his scroll. His hermit purple wrapped around her waist and entered the scroll.

Neo tilted her head in confusion as to what the hell are they doing. The two Joestars observed the screen and browsed her memories.

Neo's eyes widened as some inappropriate memories appeared. Giorno's face flushed and demanded Joseph to skip the memory to the next one.

The bounded girl squirmed as the moments of her discovering Roman's death played on.

The two boys were speechless as Hermit Purple disappeared. They heard her sob quietly, Giorno patted her head in an attempt to comfort her as Joseph looked away "I'm sorry... About Roman. Trust me I didn't want him to die either." the tall Joestar remorsefully said before walking away.

"You better get some sleep." Giorno yelled.

"Yeah yeah... I'll try." he replied from a distance as he inserted himself at his makeshift sleeping bag.

Giorno returned his attention at the girl tied on a tree. He can't exactly leave her there, or she'll get mauled by a Grimm.

She refused to look the golden haired male in the eye as she bit her lip to prevent a whimper from coming out.

The italian Joestar noticed this and realized that Joseph's Stone Free strings produced cuts in her body and legs. They're too tight.

"Are these too tight?" he asked as he carefully pulled the string, careful so he won't accidentally touch her boobs. The cuts weren't that deep but they are bleeding. As soon as he got rid of the strings, he held her arms as he used his ability to heal the wounds. "We're not gonna hurt you, we just need your help." he whispered.

As the wounds closed, she hastily slipped from his grasp and ran away.

"W-Wait!"

"Give it a rest, Giorno... We did what we could." Pyrrha tiredly said.

"Yeah... We're heading to the hill tomorrow I suppose." the blonde walked back to the campfire dejected and joined the three in their slumber.

The next day

"Gio... Gio." Giorno slowly opened his eyes to see Joseph poking him.

"Mmm.. What?" he sat up and stretched his arms. Joseph pointed at the sleeping Neo at the foot of Giorno's bermuda grass bed.

"Oh. So that's why my feet felt heavy... Did you get some sleep, nipote?" he nonchalantly asked the brunette.

"Yeah... For 4 hours. I had a dream about being beaten up by ninjas from Soaring Ninja. But it wasn't as bad as the previous ones, it just reminded me how much I suck."

His uncle chuckled and stared at the sleeping girl wearing her old friend's hat.

"Welcome to the team." he whispered as he carefully removed his feet under her petite figure.

Salem's POV

She knows Cinder is critically injured. Her suspicion were proved right as the White Fang members she sent by proxy retrieved her and returned her back to her castle.

"Oh? And who is this?" Kars asked as he inspected the girl.

"Don't touch her!" Emerald yelled.

"Pardon. I just wanted to help." Kars said as he glared at the green haired woman. Emerald gritted her teeth as she felt that intimidating aura emerge from the new man in charge.

Salem inspected her damaged hand. Sighing, she decided to summon magic shit to heal her but she was stopped by Kars. "Oh don't go wasting your breath, dear. Let me try something."

Kars inserted his finger through her neck, causing Emerald to gasp.

"It would be a waste to let you die, allow me to grant you... Eternal life."

Her eyes shot open.

"Wryyy..."

Qrow's POV

Upon reaching Atlas, they are welcomed by Ironwood's troops, who wishes to speak with them about the relic.

The seasoned huntsman scoffed and walked away. "Qrow, you're not coming?" Ospin asked as the kids followed the soldiers.

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up with you."

"... Drink moderately."

"I'm not!"

"You're not gonna drink, or you're not gonna drink moderately?"

Qrow groaned and turned into a crow and soared away.

Landing on top of a pub, he took out his scroll.

He received a message from Alfred, the fortune teller from Mistral.

"Qrow, the two young lads. The brunette and the blonde, I told them how to enter the land... May I ask why did you told me to again?"

Qrow rolled his eyes and replied.

"I let them go there so they can attack Salem from behind." he sent it and closed his scroll.

"Well. Now that the lamp is contained, I won't let them have all the fun." Qrow muttered to himself as he jumped down from the pub.

"But first, it's champagne o'clock." he entered the door.

'Don't die too soon, Joestars. Help is coming.'

To be continued

Alfred is an OC. He is that old guy the two Joestars encountered.

Wryyy.