It was late.
"You should rest, boss. You've been doing paper work for nearly 5 hours straight."
Giorno looked up from the latest report of the disbandonment of the drug branch in Salerno. He saw Mista's concerned face at his side. Mista placed a hand on Giorno's shoulder.
"Boss- Giorno, I know you've been Don for about a year now, but you're still sixteen! Relax! Enjoy your youth without having to fight for your life against a crazy bipolar stand user." Giorno looked conflicted.
"But the drugs..."
"It's not about the drugs. It's about you."
Giorno stared at Mista for an awkward amount of time. He knew Trish and Fugo were probably outside the office ready to force him to rest, so he resigned.
"Fine." Giorno said.
He tried keeping a frown, but smiled, happy, knowing his friends cared about him.
The sound of leaves fluttering in the wind was what woke him up. He remembered heading to sleep in his unnecessarily large, soft, silk covered bed, but why was he lying on dirt and grass?
Having registered the wrongness of the situation, Giorno jolted awake. He called out his stand, ready for an attack.
Realizing he was alone, he took in his surroundings. He was in a forest. Trees surrounded him. Tall, and blocking most of the sun with only rays peeking out. He couldn't make out any trace of human activity. Only green.
Where am I?
It was the most prominent question currently in Giorno's mind.
Gold glinted in the corner of his eye. The reqiuem arrow. What was it doing here? It was supposed to be locked up behind major security with only Polnareff and himself with the knowledge of its location.
Shaking off his worry and confusion, he stuffed the arrow in his suit jacket, {AN: Don't ask how. Maybe he has a pocket in there.} and trudged in a random direction.
Maybe he'll find some answers.
After what felt like hours, Giorno reached what seemed to be a large fancy building. It felt oddly placed in the wilderness that surrounded it.
Giorno could lightly hear a conversation inside.
"- very destructive magic -"
"- get Nirvana -"
It was a strange conversation, however, he had nowhere else to go, so he entered the building. He spotted twelve people of varying gender, and height. They all turned to him, wary.
"Excuse me, I'm a little lost. Would you mind to give some directions? Or lend a phone?"