"Speedwagon..." Grace mumbled as she thumbed through her mother's journal. "Mom brought that name up a couple of times in here. Ah yes. Robert EO Speedwagon. Founder of the Speedwagon Foundation and loyal Joestar companion. Though it's stated he was a bachelor, there's no way this Neil kid just happens to share a name. Hope dad's doing alright." She sighed and closed the journal. "Robert knew my father... well, fathers. There has to be a bit of documentation in the Speedwagon Foundation database." She found herself yet again pacing to the main floor, waiting for Hol Horse to come back. "Though Neil seems familiar, the name at least," she hummed.

What felt like an hour had passed, though it was at most only half. A voice drew her from her distracted pacing.

"Ah, Grace Brando," A blond young man about her age was standing in front of her. He smiled and offered her his hand. She shook it cautiously.

"Neil Speedwagon?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Yep, that's me," He chuckled, bowing slightly. "I can't believe you don't remember me. Our moms used to be friends. You know, before that night."

"Hm," she paused, trying to remember him, "Oh, yeah. I have vague memories of us playing together as kids. Sorry, it was like 11 years." She laughed.

"It's nice to see you again, Grace. Anyways, my foundation was wondering if you were continuing your mother's research. If so, we can assist."

"Yes, I am. Though there is another issue I am facing," she sighed, grabbing a handful of envelopes. "There's this group that is harassing me, and I was wondering if you can help me get to the bottom of it. None of these have return addresses, and it's all written by different people. I can tell by the handwriting."

"We're thinking the letters are from a part of Dio's little group he had back then," Hol Horse said calmly. "No one else other than Jotaro and the people who went with him all those years ago would know where the mansion is."

"I see. My foundation is always willing to help, no questions asked," Speedwagon said with a nod.

"Thank you," Grace sighed and nodded. "We might have to take you up on that offer, Neil."

"That's what my foundation's for! So, can you tell me what they have been saying?"

"I'd say you should read these for yourself," She said, handing Neil some of the envelopes she was holding. Neil carefully grabbed a couple and took the letters from the envelopes. He only read one before handing them back to Grace.

"That's the Agents of Dio alright," he sighed, "My foundation has been trying to track them down but they are so widespread. We can't even really calculate the ratio of stand users or even other vampires in their ranks. We've heard of some in a town called Morioh in Japan a few years ago, though mostly it was just due to Enyaba delivering a Stand arrow there."

"They can create Stands?" Grace asked.

"Yeah, they can," Hol Horse nodded. "I don't know how it works, but if you get hit by a Stand arrow, you will either die from your injuries or awaken a Stand of your own. But there are some people, like you, Grace, who have a Stand awaken at random."

"I personally have had my Stand since I was born," Neil chuckled.

"You have a Stand? What is it?" Grace asked, tilting her head slightly. Neil nodded and grabbed a sledgehammer. Was it always there, Grace asked herself, no, I would remember a random sledgehammer laying in the kitchen.

"Ogre Street Special, named after where my great-great-grandfather met Mr. Jonathan Joestar, shows itself as a simple sledgehammer," he said calmly, "It is what is known as a bound Stand. Stand users and non Stand users alike can see it, but it has special reactions when I hold it."

"Interesting," Grace hummed. "I don't know what kind of Stand Holy Diver qualifies as. She doesn't go too far from my side but she sometimes appears on her own."

"Sounds like a close combat automatic Stand type," Neil said calmly. "I've been researching the types of Stands that the Joestars have encountered."

"I see," she nodded. "So the Agents of Dio? Do you have any idea about some key figures?"

"Well, there are some hints about some," Neil said. "Even though it seems the main group has disbanded following Dio's death, I am aware of some still being out there. The D'Arby brothers, Dynami, and a few others."

"Some have turned over a new leaf, so to speak," Hol stated. "Though others might not be so happy to have no leader, and Grace might be the closest thing they could get their hands on."

"That explains a lot," Grace laughed, though it was dry and unamused. "Find the next best thing, Dio's daughter who doesn't want anything to do with him and his followers. If they're so desperate for leadership, why not appoint someone already in the group?"

"That's the thing, some of the groups do have appointed leaders, but overall, they are a very scattered group with no dedicated leader."

"And that's where these letters come in?"

Neil nodded. "It appears that is the case, though it makes them seem super desperate. No offense, Grace."

"None taken, don't worry," she laughed. "So, how are we going to take these guys out?"

"That's where some friends of mine come in. We all have a history with Dio in some way, and I feel like it would be the best way to take down this group," Neil smiled. "One of them is already eager to meet you."

"Well, I want to meet them, too," Grace smiled back. Neil nodded and grabbed his phone.

"Hey, can I speak to Shani Avdol? I have a friend I would like her to meet."