Stand Name: Hermit Purple

Stand Ability: Can create spirit photos to locate enemies. The stand's vine-like design also allows its user to swing between rooftops. Amplifies hamon.

Design: A purple vine that wraps around its user's body.

Destructive power: D

Speed: C

Range: D

Durability: A

Precision: D

Development Potential: E

The world had been pulled out from under me just a moment ago, but there I stood, alive and well. He couldn't help but let out a hardy laugh. "Hahaha!" I had always known I would live forever.

I looked around. The amount of white in the room hurt my eyes. It was a hospital room with all the stops. Uncomfortable bed, gifts scattered around the room, window with a poor view onto the street below, and an IV flatlined with wires attached to the bed.

"A hospital, what am I doing here?" The door swung open, on the other side an astonished doctor stared at me speechless. Click.

"Hey, you! What am I doing in this hospital! And what's with all this white, it's hurting my eyes!" I covered my left eye with my hand. The doctor began to try to respond. "Y-y-you're…"

"Huhhh! What was that! Speak clearly now!" I leaned in close and raised my hand to my ear. He just kept stammering.

I walked up to a mirror to check my face. Maybe something was wrong with it. However, the mirror just reflected the same handsome young face I had always had.

I turned my back to him and my attention to the gifts left on the side table.

"Hey, old man! Can I take this!" I pointed towards the gifts and turned to see his response. He let out a shaky nod.

The first thing was a framed picture.

"Who is this handsome devil?" I asked fully aware it was myself surrounded by people in attendance at my fake funeral. "This frame cuts off the picture, I'd better take it out of here!"

"Y-y-y".

I pocketed the picture and moved onto the next gift, an ornate box of chocolates.

"No way, these things are gross!" I peeled open the box and dropped them down my throat all at once. I ate each one, but none of them seemed to fill me up.

"Man these really are bad!" I laughed. I bet people must've really hated this guy.

With a smirk, I tossed the dozens of flower bouquets over my shoulder.

"What's with all these flowers, they're stinking up the room!"

I stopped as I reached the bottom of the pile of roses. At the bottom sat a small red broach. My hand instinctively reached for my throat, but nothing was there.

"Hey old man!" I turned around again.

"What idiot brought a dumb thing like this?" I held it up so that the light reflected off of it. The man looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

"S-s-sir?"

I noticed a teardrop through the shiny red reflection. I gripped the red crystal tightly and brought it close to me.

"What is this?" I wiped the tear from my cheek.

"I need to leave!" I shoved the crystal in my pocket and made my way towards the door.

"I c-can't let you…"

"Oh!" I interrupted him.

"Is that a coherent sentence from Dr. Stutter Ph.D.! I'd like to see you stop me." I lifted the small man up by his shirt so we met face to face. His clipboard hit the ground while he shook.

"S-sir please…" I laughed a bit.

"Alright shorty, I'll wait here." He let out a heavy sigh.

"I-I'll is r-right b-back, s-so don't go anywhere, p-please!" He closed the door followed by a locking sound behind him.

I couldn't believe this, he just trusted me to stay in this room.

I kicked open the window with a smirk. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to hang around here for any longer. I concentrated and felt something creep up my arm. I shivered, waving it about.

"Get off!" As I shook it a purple vine crept off of it and wrapped around a ledge above the window directly in my line of sight. I fell down backward. I opened my eyes to see a purple vine wrapped around my arm stretching to where the vine earlier had attached to. I took a deep breath and ran a surge of hamon through it.

It crackled seemingly empowered by the energy. I took a deep breath and let out a laugh.

I pulled the vine tight. I started a swift dash and jumped from the window. I swung from the window anchored by the vine and as I reached the maximum length of my swing I threw my free arm forward so that it wrapped around another ledge.

I prepared to sail forward again but just felt my arms pulled tight in both directions. I looked back to see the vine from earlier didn't disappear, I was hung between two buildings.

"OH NO!" I couldn't move.

I looked down to see nurses, doctors, visitors, and patients running around in a panic. It didn't seem like I had been noticed yet, but I was high up if I fell I would definitely break a bone.

My eyes shifted between the vines on my arms, but slowly they focused on the arm again. Both of my arms were fine, that wasn't right. I felt like that wasn't right. Something was off here. My left arm was prosthetic, wasn't it?

My left arm had been cut off by something. My eyes drifted to my pocket where the red stone sat. Was that mine?

Why was it in the hospital room, unless… Was that my hospital room? "Stupid," I let out nervously. "There's no way that could be…" I stopped as my left hand peeled away and crumbled into dirt.

I stared speechless as I swung back with my previous vine.

I looked around in a panic. "Granny Erina, Speedwagon, Smokey, Caesar?" I let out as my second vine disappeared. Where had they gone? Where had I been?

I felt like everything was blurry until I had woken up just a while ago. Why had I been in the hospital? I felt like I was missing something important.

But what worried me, even more, was that I knew I was still missing people. How many had I forgotten? I felt like I had lost control of the plane about to crash, a surprisingly relatable sensation. There was no pillow to hold onto this time, just freefall all the way to the bottom.

My hand reached into my pocket and removed the red stone.

It reflected the light into my eyes causing it to squint. I stared into its mysterious current for uncountable seconds.

Eventually, my eyes broke away from it. My hands flew to my cheeks. "Oh shit!" People stopped to stare at my eccentric panic. "I have a wife!"

I heard a chuckle escape from a passing woman on her phone. "You there!" I pointed at the amused bystander. She stopped laughing as I singled her out. "Give me your phone, I need to call my wife. I took her phone without much trouble, she was surprisingly weak.

I looked it up and down.

"There isn't a keyboard, how are you supposed to use this thing?"

"Wait you can't just…" She began to protest. She tried to grab it out of my hands but I raised it out of her reach. "OH WOW! This thing responds to my touch! You must be rich lady!"

She turned to the crowd.

"Don't just stand there! Somebody call the cops!" I tapped away at the screen. With a bright flash, it took a picture of my face.

"Yowch!" I called out.

"How do you call someone?" I think I used one of these once but I can't place where.

"I think I just have to touch this green thing and put in a number. What was her number again? 44, something, something?" I began putting in random numbers that I knew, one of them had to work.

"Hello is this Suzie Q? Who? No! Actually… No!" Wrong number. "Next number. Is this Suzie Q? What do you mean I didn't hang up the first time! Oh well. Do you sell…, Actually I shouldn't, goodbye." I hung up for real this time.

"These things aren't that hard to use," I commented bragging to those without the phone around me.

"RING RING RING!" I got a call at that moment.

"Hello, who is this? Free flight insurance! I'd be dumb not to sign up for it, what's that you need my credit card. What's that? Uh huh-uh huh… Can you wait for a moment, I'll check.

I reached over to this lady and dug through her purse. "You got a credit card lady?" She tried to pull her purse away but the jerk put her wallet into my hands.

Quick as a cat a withdrew my hand from her purse and dug through her cards until I found a credit card.

"Yeah, the number is…" I squinted at the letters but read them off. I leaned into the lady.

"Can you believe this, this guy is giving you free flight insurance?"

"No cancel the order, that's not me, he doesn't have the authority!" She shouted.

"Trust me, lady, you wouldn't believe how often planes crash. You're gonna be lucky I got this for you." I patted her on the shoulder condescendingly. "Lucky!" she was clearly angry.

I threw the credit card over my shoulder and hung up the call. I put in the next number I could think of.

"Hello! Is this Suzie Q? You'll get her? Yes, I can hold!" "Give it back!" She screeched in my ear.

The cop appeared just as I was rubbing the new throbbing in my earlobe away.

"What exactly is going on here?" He flinched as I turned to show him my missing arm. The woman opened her mouth, but I was too quick for her.

"Officer, thank god you're here! This woman is trying to take my phone and wallet! She's convinced it's hers! Please help me!"

He raised an eyebrow at the scene before him but said nothing right away. With a slow sigh, he turned towards the lady.

"Is that so?" "No! Officer, he walked right up and stole my stuff like a thief! Arrest him!"

"Look at her office, she's clearly crazy." I pointed to her face now unnaturally contorted with rage.

"WHAT!"

Her hysteria wasn't helping her case. I raised the phone to my ear again to check the progress.

"How's it going? Oh, she's busy, no I can hold a bit longer."

"Is that your phone?" Asked the officer. I nodded.

"Here!" I pressed the big button at the bottom of the screen to show off the wallpaper.

It was good I had prepared for this situation. I had set the wallpaper while making a big deal about how I was bad with it earlier. I had set the wallpaper to the picture of my face I had taken earlier. The woman stared dumbfounded.

"N-no it was... He must have changed it!" The officer nodded.

"Do you have anything else you could show me?"

"He has my wallet, just have him pull the Id out or something. I pocketed the phone and pulled out the woman's wallet.

I snuck a peek at the woman's face as she snickered. It seems she thought she had cornered me.

"Your next line is 'what now you little punk'!" I shoved a finger right in her face.

"What now you little punk!" She was confident for a second before she processed what I had just said. With the smarmiest smile I could manifest, I flashed her ID, except it had my handsome face.

"You've seen everything you need?" He nodded and turned to the broken woman.

"This is my wallet lady. I don't know what to tell you. The crowd around me began to whisper amongst themselves. It was clear this didn't seem right to them but it was none of their business.

The woman's face contorted into a rage again and she swung at me.

"Oh?" I said stroking my hair.

She had missed, obviously. "Where are you punching? If you're not careful you'll end up with a face full of…" I stopped to look around but didn't see anything traditional to fall into like fruit or birds. I did, however, have a flash of inspiration.

"If you're not careful you'll end up with a face full of electrical wiring!" I was now pointing to the wiring over her head.

She was taken aback for a moment but swung another fist at me again.

"OH NO!" I put a lot of feeling into the line just for the cop.

The woman, of course, began to choke on the electrical wire that somehow just made its way into her throat. Once the choking sounds stopped the crackling of electricity became audible.

"Officer! Help this poor woman!"

His tone went from boredom to stunned surprise.

"How did-what in-did you?" He tried to get out. I bent backward and placed a hand over my heart.

"Officer, you haven't heard about the dangerous falling electrical wire here! It's really dangerous, you should get some people to look into it." I pointed at the snapped electrical wire overhead, out of my reach.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

In a panic, he flipped the woman upside down and began to pump her trying to get the wire out of her mouth without touching it.

I began to walk away.

"Oh uh sir, you should probably update the photo there, it looks out of date." I snickered that couldn't be right, earlier the picture of me in the photo had matched the mirror earlier, there's no reason that it should change now.

I checked the phone, "Oh Suzie! Sorry to make you wait! There was just some confused woman trying to take my phone. Credit Card? I might need one…"

I stepped on something, it was a credit card!

"Nice! I found a credit card on the ground, someone must have dropped it!"

"What was that! Josuke, Shizuna? Kids!? When…" Suzie Q kept talking my ear off but I had lost the ability to hear.

How much time had I lost? My arm was gone! I walked towards a mirror and met my reflection. The handsome face from earlier was gone. In its place, grey hair and wrinkles. The smile from before had become a permanent frown.

And like the chiming of a clock, a thought crept into my mind. Am I dying?

I stepped backward and gripped my flabby skin. My hair had lost all of its youthful vigor. My hamon hadn't done anything to help me, maybe I should have worked harder. I had wasted my time on such a trivial task as messing with that woman.

I looked at the photo I had stuck on the woman's ID. That used to be me. How much longer did I have? Was I going to get older?

I needed to do something with what I had left. I pulled out the red gemstone from earlier and wrapped my hand around it. I felt there was so much I needed to do. I could spend time with my son while I could move.

Or… I looked down at the stone. So many mixed feelings flooded me.

I might have a chance to say goodbye to my best friend. I could even return the stone to him.

"Suzie, do you think you could book me a flight, I want to visit someone?" her response echoed in my head

"As long your up can you go check on Josuke? Jolyne told me that they might be in some trouble the other day and I haven't been able to get a hold of them since then?"

Damn it.

I was finally able to say goodbye, it wouldn't have taken long. I didn't need any fancy ink spaghetti to convey my feelings. This would be the only chance I would ever get.

"You know me, Suzie! My family needs me, I can be anywhere in the world in under 24 hours! What! Of course, I'm doing alright!" I let out a chuckle but noticed something strange in the mirror.

A tear was falling down my face. Damn thing came back again. They couldn't learn to leave me to my grieving in peace. I forced a sharp inhale and wiped the tears from my face.

Ceaser can wait, he'll still be here when this is all over. Somehow, I knew he wouldn't.

Stupid plans never work out, do they? I pulled the credit card I had worked to get out of the women's wallet and dropped it. I guess this was pointless to carry with me now.

"Just tell me what flight I need to catch!"