"Mister November, someone is here to see you!" The nurse chimed gleefully, the groggy and groaning November rubbing his eyes as sunlight flooded into his hospital room, the front door opening to reveal a familiar face. "I'll leave the two of you alone, call if you need me!"

"Will do, ma'am." A familiar voice broke through the sterile air of the hospital room, prompting November to look towards the muscular man with hope, yet dread, in his eyes. "Hey there, November. It's been a few years."

Before Abel November's eyes was a man he had known as Thomas Lowell, and it appeared that time had been rather kind to him. He had managed to maintain his muscular physique, sporting a buzz cut for his short black hair, and he had been wearing a pair of camouflage pants which had matched with his shirt, his shoes a basic set of white sneakers. His eyes had several bags underneath them, as if he had not slept in months.

"What a sight for sore eyes." November smiled weakly, slowly moving to sit on the side of his hospital bed. "I'm glad to see that the flight here didn't take very long. I hope your wife wasn't too mad at you when you left."

"I said a friend needed my help, and she understood." Thomas explained, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I'm glad to see that you're doing pretty alright, expected you to be a little more banged up since you're in the hospital… but, where's Jovanni?"

November felt a familiar lump form in his throat as he heard that name, memories from that night flooding into his mind. "Thomas, I don't know how to tell you this, but… Jovanni is dead. Our enemy killed him before getting away."

"Goddamn it. I was already scared to death of something like that happening, but I didn't know we would be knee deep in shit like this." Thomas mumbled, stepping forward so he could place his hand on November's shoulder. "I know you guys were really good friends. How are you holding up?"

"I'm not holding up, that's the thing." November choked back his tears, running a shaking hand through his ruffled, graying hair. "Some of the allies I've met here ran after Yoshikage last night, but they haven't called back yet."

"From what you told me, they're only kids." Thomas said, crossing his arms. "Are you sure that they're ready for something like this? We were fully grown men when we fought Vladimir, and we almost died every day we waged war against him."

"I don't know who you're talking about, but we don't have a choice but to be ready." Thomas's ears perked up as he turned around, analyzing the young man before him. He stared downward at Joji Kujo, the height difference between the two had almost been jarring. "Is this your friend, November?"

"Yeah, my name is Thomas Lowell. It's nice to meet you." Thomas extended his hand, shaking Joji's firmly as he spoke. "I heard about you when November called. You seem pretty stubborn, so that means we'll get along just fine."

"Good, we don't have enough time to argue, anyway." Joji nodded, turning to November. "So, are they finished with you? You only had to stay for the night, right?"

"Yeah. I just need to get dressed, then I should be able to go ahead and get the hell out of here." November said, slipping off of the bed as he searched for his clothes, his loose patient gown swaying as he moved. "What exactly happened last night? Did you catch Yoshikage?"

"No, we weren't even close." Joji sighed, pulling the shredded piece of his father's coat from his pocket. "But, we managed to find this. I was going to use my ability to fix it so we could find him, but Yuina told me that we would need to come up with a plan first."

"She's a smart girl." November said, snatching his clothes from the table beside his hospital bed. "Well, we still need to hold a meeting somewhere. Where do you think we can go that's safe? It's possible that Yoshikage is still out there."

"We can all go to my house. My mom leaves for work around eleven in the morning, so she'll be gone in about thirty minutes." Joji replied, pushing the door to the hospital room open. "She'll probably think it's weird, but I can just say you guys are my tutors or something."

"That sounds like a pretty decent plan to me." Thomas smiled, marching out the door as he did so. "I'll be waiting for you out here, November. Let us know when you're ready to go."

November pulled his usual attire onto his body, moving out from the hospital after he had spoken with a nurse regarding his current condition. They had remained mostly silent until they had managed to reach Joji's home, the boy turning the doorknob slowly.

"Hey mom, I'm home!" Joji called, stepping to the side to allow November and Thomas entry. "I have two tutors from school who are gonna help me with my math homework, is that okay with you?"

"Eh? You don't even bother to call first?" Tomoko grumbled, stepping out into the family room to see the two men standing beside her son. "Just don't give them too much trouble while I'm out. Got it?"

"They'll keep me in line, I'm sure." Joji said, waving goodbye to his mother as she shut the door behind him. "That went pretty smoothly. I'll call up my friends and get them all over here."

It had only taken a matter of fifteen minutes for Joji's allies to arrive, and they were composed of the following three members: Minato Nijimura, Yuina Hirose, and Yamato Kawajiri. They had their eyes and ears peeled open, ready to listen.

"So, that Jovanni guy is dead now, huh?" Minato frowned, clenching his hand into a tight fist. "And it might be the same case for your dad, too. What total bullshit."

"He's alive. I know it." Joji said, his eyes suddenly burning into Minato's skull. "This isn't just an idealist train of thought, I just know that my old man is alive and well."

"The fact that you can still think that way is either incredibly admirable, or insanely stupid." Yamato remarked, his gaze shifting towards the kitchen table. "But, if we're going to do this, we should assume the worst."

"He's right. If you go in there with the thought of your father being hurt, or worse, it's going to distract you from the battle." Thomas added, nodding his head in agreement with Yamato. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he's alive. But, we need to focus on saving this town from these guys, too."

"Yeah, I know." Joji sighed, pressing the piece of his father's shredded jacket onto the kitchen table. "Alandria doesn't know what my Stand ability is. I don't know what my Act Three can do exactly, but if I fix Jomei's jacket, I'll be able to find him."

"That ability is the key to this operation, then." Thomas said understandingly, pulling out his revolver and laying it on the table. "This is my Stand. Well, to be more precise, the six bullets inside of it are the Stand. They recycle, and when they wound enemies, they retract and use that life energy to heal me. I call it The Commanded."

The team had decided to spend the next three minutes explaining their abilities to Thomas and November, so they could obtain a broader knowledge of what they would be working with during the operation.

"We'll split up into two teams of three, then." Joji informed them, pressing his fearful hands down onto the wooden table. "Yoshikage won't be expecting me or November to come near him, which is going to shock him a little bit. Minato is going to be joining us, too."

"But, that gives you all of the hard hitters!" Yuina interrupted, crossing her arms as she hook her head in disapproval. "Why do we have to fight the ghost lady all by ourselves?"

"Think about it." Thomas said. "If I'm understanding the full story, Alandria has only fought the burlier, more muscular Stands. She isn't expecting something more versatile than what she's used to."

"Speaking of versatile Stands, I'm going to need to talk to you about something after this meeting is over, Thomas." Joji spoke, earning a nod from his elder. "Do these teams sound good enough for you guys?"

"I like it. But I have a question." November said, gathering the attention of his comrades as he started to speak. "Just, how in the actual hell are we supposed to kill a ghost?"

"I have a theory, but I don't have any tangible proof backing this up, but it is a theory." Joji started, looking towards Minato as he did so. "When we fought Alandria, did she even try to chase us down?"

"Huh? Now that you mention it, she barely moved an inch." Minato murmured, rubbing his chin quizzically. "That doesn't make any sense. For someone who seems so desperate to kill us, it doesn't seem like she cared that much now that I think about it."

"Yeah, it was almost as if she couldn't leave." Joji continued. "I think she's bound or something, since she is a spirit after all. We need to destroy the Wall-eyes."

"Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" Thomas asked, his eyes widening slightly. "If she's a spirit and she's bound to this life by something, it could be due to some sort of unfulfilled grudge. That's why she's still here. She's looking for revenge."

"But, who do you think she would even have a grudge against?" Yuina questioned, raising one of her eyebrows. "Could it be you, Joji?"

"I guess it's possible, but I don't think it's me for two reasons." Joji answered. "When we fought, she didn't seem like she was going out of her mind when she was trying to kill me. Or maybe she was, and she just always appears to be the calmest fucker on the planet. Second, Yoshikage went after Jovanni and my old man before me. She probably thinks I'm more dangerous with allies, but it seems like she's just killing off Stand users. She somehow knew about their locations, too."

"That leaves two more questions, then." November interjected. "Why is she doing this, and why is she working with Yoshikage?"

"I have no idea. I think we'll find out when we go to fight them, and steal my dad back." Joji scooped up the torn piece of cloth from the table. "I know where Alandria is, but, I have a hunch that Yoshikage is with my dad. The Wall-Eyes are mostly in plain sight, she wouldn't hide a kidnapped body there. It would threaten the secret of her existence, and the safety of her home."

"We should start composing ourselves before we head out, too." Yamato said, his stomach grumbling. "Besides, if things somehow go wrong, I don't want to die on an empty stomach."

November sighed. "At least someone here still has their sense of humor."

Jomei Kujo felt a dull sting resonate within his body as he forced his eyes open. He could see that he had been surrounded by at least hundreds of insanely tall trees, which had managed to somehow block out most of the sunlight that had been fighting to force its way inside.

"I am glad to see that you are awake, Jomei Kujo." Alandria said, hovering in front of him with her hands on her hips. "This forest is as far as I can travel, so I am rather grateful that I have a chance to ask you a few questions."

"You don't need to pretend like this isn't an interrogation, so please, drop the pleasantries." Jomei stated bluntly, and he would have flipped her off but he could feel that his hands had been tied and bound. "Also, I'm not telling you anything. Go fuck yourself."

Alandria shrugged. "You can keep up this act of defiance all you like, but it isn't going to assist anyone. Not you, not me, and certainly not your son. So, you will tell me what I want to hear if you want to walk away from here alive."

"What does my son have to do with this?" Jomei growled, attempting to pull apart the bindings that had started to dig into his flesh, realizing that his legs had been bound together as well. "It doesn't matter, you'd kill me anyway. Yoshikage told you about my ability, I'm sure, so you have no reason to avoid killing me. But, let me tell you this; if you plan on laying a single hair on my boy's head, you might as well kill me now."

"Why would I do such a thing?" Alandria asked, genuinely confused but curious due to the emotion and rage flowing from Jomei's voice. "He is just a boy, why do you care?"

"He's my son, damn it! If you touch him, no god alive will be able to fix what I do to you!" Jomei screamed, his golden aura sparking as his anger started to numb his body from the sheer intensity from it. "Now, tell me, just what the hell happened to you?!"

"What are you talking about?" Alandria asked, a cold chill pressing down onto her chest. "We've never met before. You're not making any sense to me."

"I didn't know you back then, but I found out what had happened to you, Alandria Megumi." Jomei stated, watching the woman flinch as he said her name. "So, is that what's going on right now? You're a ghost?"

"Be quiet!" Alandria's voice had started to rise, her hands clutching each side of her head as she spoke. "When you say that, you make me want to kill you even more. If you knew, why didn't you do something about it, you worthless lump of meat?!"

"I only found out after it happened!" Jomei shouted, steeling himself and summoning his resolve as he felt a strong wind blow past him. "Why are you doing this? Did we do something to you?!"

"Enough!" Alandria screamed as if she were a banshee, her Stand materializing. Its tentacles shot towards Jomei, wrapping around his throat as it held him up against a tree. "I will make you understand what you and your damn kind have done to me!"

Alandria Megumi had lost the ability to perceive time normally after she had died for whatever reason, but, she had felt as if the writhing ferocity and agony in her heart had been alive and well since the day it had been born. She could feel the rage festering inside of her every hour of every day, infecting every moment of her prolonged existence.

Deep within the forest, just near the outskirts of Morioh, had been a very tiny temple. Inside of the single room temple sat a youthful woman in front of a small wooden table, her lips curled into a welcoming smile as five adult men traveled inside of it, dressed in rags.

"Ma'am, do you have any food that you could possibly spare us?" One of them had asked, sinking onto his knees as his stomach grumbled loudly. "We've been looking and begging for food for days, but no one will even bat an eye! Please, help us!"

A visitor. This was an incredibly rare occurrence for Alandria, she had barely any human interaction since she had not left the forest in quite some time. It had been so long since she had spoken a single word to another living human being, but she would have loved nothing more than to please them.

"Allow me to get that for you." Alandria spoke softly as she picked herself up off the floor. She had disappeared for only five minutes before she had brought out five plates of freshly cooked fish for the five men. "Please, eat to your heart's content."

The men had eaten like savage animals, and while this would have disgusted most, it more so pleased her. The men had soon finished eating, bowing their heads to Alandria with their hands on their knees, grateful for the meal they had been given.

"Thank you so much!" The man said, bowing his head to the woman multiple times, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes. "If there's anything we can do in return for you, please, let us know!

"That will not be necessary, but, I am a little curious." Alandria said. "How did you know about this place? I have not had a visitor in a month."

"We were looking for food, and we had gone wherever possible to find something. We just got lucky when we found this temple." The man explained to her, watching her nod along as he spoke. "My name is Kaito. What is your name, miss?"

"My name is Alandria Megumi, it is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance." Alandria bowed her head. "It has been so long since I have spoken to anyone, and I was starting to feel lonely. You have my gratitude."

"You're a sweet girl, we'll definitely come and visit you again." Kaito grinned, his friends nodding along in agreement. "I do have a question, though. Why are you all the way out here, by yourself, in the first place?"

"It was how I was raised. I have been told that isolation builds character, and it brings the soul a sort of peace. My mother had done it, and her grandmother before her. It is training to become a priest, above all else." Alandria spoke gently, giving Kaito a warm smile."I only ever leave this room to gather food. I have learned many things in my time here, so I am grateful."

"Well, it is always good to meet people and learn something new. I'll have to talk to you about this some more when we come to visit again! But, we should really get going." Kaito said as he stood up, bowing to Alandria once more. "Goodbye for now!"

Though they had parted ways for the time being, Kaito had made a habit to spend time with Alandria, bringing his friends along each and every time, who had very much enjoyed their company as they sat and talked. Though, peace had soon run its course.

Thunder boomed above the lush forest, shaking Alandria's minuscule temple as she huddled into a corner, praying for safety as her friends sat around the middle of the temple in a small circle.

"Terrible night for a storm, what with people disappearing and all, lately. It's a damn shame that the world has come to where it is now." Kaito frowned, standing up and shoving his hands into his newly bought jacket. "Does that kind of stuff scare you, Alandria?"

"If I have to be honest, then yes, it absolutely terrifies me." Alandria shook with fear, her entire body turning pale from the fright. "Killers have no place in this world, they don't deserve to live in a wonderful world like ours."

"I wouldn't say that our world is wonderful at all, Alandria. It's a nice place when you're just a kid, but it can be pretty damn ugly." Kaito remarking, turning towards Alandria. "Speaking of ugly and terrible things, did you hear about how all of the victims so far have been young women?"

"H-huh?" Alandria stammered as horrified tears started to roll down her pale face, her eyes widening as she saw Kaito pull a revolver out from his coat pocket. "Kaito? W-what are you doing?!"

"Just doing what I do." Kaito licked his lips and fired at the petrified Alandria, who could barely force herself to whimper as the bullet shot through her abdomen. "Alright, let's get down to business, boys. Take whatever you can find and toss her body somewhere."

Alandria fell onto her pierced belly, blood seeping out from her small frame as whatever color she had in her body slowly drained. All she had felt was hate. Gut twisting hate that was strong enough to undo death itself – but it was too late, as the next bullet went right between her eyes, forcing her life to fade to black.

"My god." Jomei gasped in shock, but he had also been begging for air as the Stand's tendril continued to slip around his neck. "I knew you had been killed, but… I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? What does sorry mean when the dregs of your kind still walk this god forsaken rock?!" Alandria screeched, tossing Jomei against the sturdy tree. "Every breath you humans take makes my blood boil! I will do everything in my power to make sure your race dies by my hands!"

"Guh!" Jomei coughed, his bindings had barely shifted despite the impact. He could still feel the burning sensation around his throat. "Humanity isn't to blame you! You were wronged by a couple of assholes, but you're letting your anger control you, because you're still young and you don't know how to control it! You're shooting your rage at the wrong people!"

"Even after I had come back, I'm sure those men and more like them are still out there!" Alandria argued, a hot pink aura flowing out of her body like a river. "I will not allow anyone, especially Stand users, get in my way!"

"You can't even see that you've already lost!" Jomei coughed once more, grunting as he attempted to force himself out of his bindings. "Joji is going to come here with his friends, you don't stand a damn chance, even with Yoshikage Kagerou's help!"

"They're all going to die, either way. A mere child cannot stand up against true justice." Alandria replied, her Art of Anesthesia fading out of existence.

"You're no better than the men who killed you! Are you really going to kill those children?! You're a monster!"

"Yes, and once I'm through with them, I'm going to make sure you died how I lived. Alone."

Name: Alandria Megumi
Age: Deceased (Eighteen physically)
Stand: Art of Anesthesia
Stand statistics
Destructive Power: B
Speed: A
Durability: A
Precision: B
Range: C
Development Potential: A