Eversince I was a kid I know I am alone. Crying and calling out were useless cos, there'll be none to answer it. My mother and I didn't have the most of each other and my stepdad, he's a pathetic scum.

But evenso there are those small times where my mother would look at me dearly, nostalgic eyes would look at me and then she'll remark that I look very much my biological father...But, after that she'll furrow her expression into one of those disappointed ones, like she was disappointed to have me.

Same goes to her marriage with my stepfather. A loveless marriage. She only digged to that bastard cause she thought he had money. They rarely have conversations but when they do—it's just them, fighting and arguing over something. My mother would always say that their marriage was a mistake and she should've followed my father instead.

There's this time where she just called me to sit beside her and hear about my father. She said that he is the greatest lover she ever had while showing me a picture of him and her at a party. He looked very great with a proud smirk on his face while holding a glass of wine with my mother on his lap in a short dress.

She'll talk like that night is the greatest and he is the only thing that is right for her. In other words, she'll talk highly of him and as a child I held onto those stories. I thought he's a great man... But the peace and quiet were interrupted by this bastard excuse for a stepfather. He always reeked alcohol and stench of cigarettes. He took the photo album out of my mother's hand and tear every photo of my real father into shreds despite the pleads and protests of my mother. I felt angry and frustrated that I wanted to jump in front but before I could open my mouth my stepfather looked at me and hurled the small photo album towards me straight in my head and then the next thing I knew my mother's overdosing herself again with sleeping pills and whiskey.

Eversince I was a kid I know I am alone. I know that I should save myself and crying nor complaining wont do me any good. Let's just say that I didn't have the most out of my childhood.

"Giorno, are you listening?" Jotaro interrupted me with my thoughts

"Ah... I apologize. You're saying?"

"That this case right here is the full files and documents that the foundation have about your father. You can take it."

I looked at the metal briefcase which were sitting on Dr. Kujo's desk. "Why? Isn't this confidential?"

Dr. Kujo sighed and then tapped the surface of the case,"This case had the answers that you need and besides you are his only living relative as far as we know. This could also benefit our research."

I looked at the case and felt my heart raised it's pace as I put my hand at the cold surface of the metal case.

This is it. The answers.

He rose from his seat and walked towards a photo on the shelf. "You know, you are unique. But whatever you may find out, take it in wisely." the tall man suddenly said as he fixed the picture frame in place. The picture looked like it's taken from a long time ago. There are five people and a small dog in the photo; a younger Dr.Kujo, a redhaired guy, a dark-skinned one, an old man and a younger Mr. Polnareff.

I can see that Dr. Kujo became quite nostalgic with the sight of his old comrades judging by how he furrowed his eyebrows. "Mr. Polnareff said that you know what happened to my father... Can you just please tell me?"

He looked stunned when he heard Mr. Polnareff's name but he remained silent until we heard some commotion outside.

Klak, klak, klak

Heavy footsteps and some noises can be heard from the hallway outside the office. We looked at each other in confusion as we materialized our stands instinctively.

"No, I just wanted to have a talk to my husband! So please Josuke let me through!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Kujo, Mr. Jotaro's in a middle of some—!"

A woman bursted into the office with a fuming expression. Dr. Kujo seemed very shocked at the sight of the woman and then he pulled out his stand.

"What are you doing he—!" SLAP!

A crisp smack across his face echoed into the room as the woman infront of him broke into frustrated sobs.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jotaro I tried to stop her." Josuke said as he stood at the door frame.

Dr. Kujo faced me and then told me to leave the room to let them talk. I nodded and stood from my seat. What's happening? I though in confusion as I made my way past them. Despite the thought, I did what he said and took the case with me as I left the office. Josuke held the door for me before closing it behind with a sigh and a scratch behind his neck.

"I am deeply sorry that you have to see that. The man's having issues with his wife." Josuke apologized as we started walking away from the office. He had a wife? Well... That explains why she seemed to have something with him.

"No, you don't have to. It's fine." Trish said while she straighten her skirt.

"That's okay we all have our own problems." I continued.

Josuke smiled sheepishly towards us and then proceeded walking to a different direction.

"Um, I think we are heading to the wrong direction." Trish remarked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh. Yes. We are heading to the front entrance. Your ride is waiting for you there." the tall pompadoured teen explained.

After navigating through the halls we reached the main lobby of the building.

"Uncle Josuke!" a little girl ran towards our direction with a big grin as she hugged Josuke's leg. The girl looked like she's around seven years old, with dark hair arranged into buns and an odd blonde color for her front fringe.

"Oh hello there l'il Jo! What are you doing here all by yourself?"

Josuke asked as he crouched down to meet the eyes of the little girl.

"Gramma Holly and Mama is with Jolyne! But... Mama left to find daddy while Gramma's at the car.."

The little girl seemed to notice us and darted her sight towards me and Trish with narrowed eyes..

"Uncle Josuke, who are they and why do they looked weird?" the girl whispered quite audibly.

Josuke smiled and carried the little girl in his arms while he stood up to face us. "Well. This is Mr. Giorno and Ms. Trish. They're uncle and daddy's new friends."

"Is that Dr. Kujo's daughter?" I asked towards Josuke.

"Yeah, she's Jolyne. She's my niece." he replied.

"Nice to meet you." Trish greeted towards her but she diverted her gaze and burried her face on Josuke's shoulder.

"What's the matter?"Josuke asked towards the girl.

"I wanna go back to Gramma's car please let me down",Jolyne said as she lifted her head. "Oh Okay... See yah around then." Josuke nodded and put down the child. Jolyne ran away towards an old woman who looked like she's been searching for the child and then with a last wave from the girl, they exited the building and disappeared.

What a peculiar child.

"Maybe she's not in the mood today. Oh well." Josuke muttered and then faced me and Trish. "Ok, let's get going. You guys ok there?"

The two of us nodded and then followed Josuke outside the building where a sleek black car met our gazes. Trish went towards it first and then inspected the car.

"All clear. I don't think we're bugged." She affirmed as she opened the door. "After you" she said as she gestured me to go inside first. I stepped inside, followed by Trish on the other side and the. Josuke on the driver's seat.

"We're going to the hotel where you guys are going to stay for the meantime. It's not that far. We'll be there in 40 minutes."

"Hey, how'd it go?" Trish asked as she elbowed me softly.

"Not that much. He gave me this case that supposedly had the all the files of my father."

"How did it felt though?"

"Felt?"

"Well aren't you feeling anything that you are about to know the missing piece in your life?"

"Well... It's hard to explain. It's mixed. Quite complicated to word out."

She smiled towards me and sighed. "Let's just talk about it when we arrived at the hotel."

I never understood Trish and her quirks. Not like Mista and Fugo, she seemed to be normal. A typical girl that you would see in Italy. She should've just left the mafia just like how Bucciarati wanted for her and live a normal life outside the Italian underground.

The rain started to pour outside as our silent ride inside the car continued. I looked out of the window and saw buzz of people scurrying to find a shelter from the downpour of the rain.

"The weather here in London is quite rough." Josuke remarked as he continued to drive.

"London?" Trish and I said in unison.

"Yeah, forgot to tell yah." Josuke chuckled."Sorry"

"That explains why we arrived faster than we expected." Trish said as she crossed her legs.

"Yeah, the original location of the SPW foundation is in America. But, after the founder died way back in the 50's they decided to make a main sister location here in his home country as homage." Josuke explained as he took a turn.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah kinda cool don'cha think? Oh—We're here." said as he pulled the car in front of a fancy looking hotel. As we opened the door a staff from the hotel approached us with an umbrella. We got off from the car and then walked towards the hotel staff after Josuke waved a good bye before driving away.

"Room 305, I think this is our suite." Trish said as she opened the door and let herself inside.

As we go inside, the grandiosity of the room filled our sight: marble tiles covered the floor of the large suite that is divided in to separate rooms— two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room.

Trish walked around as she examined the area. "Giorno, can you use gold experience to find any life force in this room?"

I materialized Golden Experience and sensed the whole suite." I don't think that there's someone in this room besides us."

"That's great. You should get some rest." she suggested with a smile.

"Don't worry I'll be on watch as you go and rest inside one of those rooms. Think about this as a short break from your paper work." she continued reassuringly.

"Very well... Thank you Trish." I smiled back as I walked towards the door that lead into one of the rooms.

"Oh, and Giorno!"

"Yes?"

"Nothing. Buona notte."

"Bouna Notte, Trish"

Giorno sat on the edge of the bed and settled the metal case at the bedside table. He's hesitating wether or not to open the metal case. Isn't this thing the answers that he's been looking for? Why is he so bothered? This is just some files from the past what could go wrong.

He shook his head and shrugged the thought as he read for the case and placed in on his lap. He took a deep breath before opening the tabs of the case, bracing himself for what he's about to see.

Click, click

"Okay, let's see what's up with my real father." He mumbled as several documents and folders revealed itself inside the case.

He got the first document that says 'D. Brando'

He flipped cover of the folder and saw a black and white photo of a young man with the same blonde hair as his dressed in elaborate and sophisticated clothing. The same dashing young man with a mysterious smile that he saw in the photo that his mother have shown him. Although different photos, he could confirm that it was him.

He got the picture out and settled beside him before reading the document that came with the folder.

"Dio Brando... Born in 1867?" his eyebrows furrowed as he read the first lines. 1867? That couldn't be possible.

He proceeded to read the article and found out what his father had accomplished. Turns out that his father is such a great student in his early years being active in every school activities and achieving so much academic awards upto his college. As he flipped through, he also find out that his father's father was named Dario Brando and after he died Dio is adopted by a noble man named George Joestar to live with him and his son Jonathan.

"This doesn't makes sense... I mean the dates doesn't match at all. A mistake? A typographical error?" the blonde young man mumbled under his breath.

Giorno heaved a sigh and continued to flip through the other information, still puzzled and disturbed about the facts that he just read. He plowed through folder after folder until he reached the fifth and the thickest of the bunch that has the word 'Classified' stamped in read ink and in all caps.

He gulped and held an odd looking picture of a stone mask attached with a paper clip on the first page. He felt a very odd presence as he hsaw the stone mask. It's sight is eerie and it sent an unknown shiver down his spine.

He flipped the pager to see several photocopied snippets of old news articles. A massacre? A fire? Mass Murders? Cult? The articles didn't made any sense to him.

"What would my father have to do with this?" he said feeling lost about the information that he just saw. He read everything that is written on that folder. He found out the stone mask, the heinous crimes, the body counts and all of the other things that Dio had done.

Giorno felt all sorts of negative emotions running wild inside his body as the information further dragged him to be lost and confused. He put everything back shakily . His frustration brought him to slam the case shut loudly and then throw it across the room.

"Giorno! what's happ—!" Trish gasped as she reflexively softened the metal case that's coming at her way.

"Giorno, what's happening? I heard something from here. What's wrong? Is there an enemy?"

"Burn it..."

"What?"

"Take that case away. Send it back, burn it, destroy it. I don't care. I don't want to see that again."

Trish held the case and settled it outside his doorstep. She let herself in and sat beside a very exhausted looking Giorno with his face planted in his palms.

"He's terrible isn't he?" she said.

He looked at her with a shocked expression. "How did you know?"

"You wouldn't throw that thing and ask me to dispose it if it weren't bad."

"I don't know what to say."

Trish shifted and faced Giorno with a serious expression. She noticed that he's shaking but she didn't quite get a grasp why.

Giorno lifted his head and ran a hand through his face before facing Trish.

"I feel lost. What if I ended up like him? What if I am bound to be like him? What if my condition that I inherited is a curse? What would happen to the group back in Italy if that happens? What about you, Mista, Fugo and... everyone. What if everything that is written inside that file was the truth?"

She looked at him with a soft expression and said," You're scared aren't you? Look, everything that you have found out may or may not be true and so what? That's the past. You taught me that the past can't be changed. You said that we're not the slaves of our shadow. You taught us to move. We are at your side. So what if you turned out to be one like your father? The point is, the moment we accepted you, the moment that we crossed our paths we have accepted you... Demons and all. I was scared too when I found out that my father is an evil man. But you showed me that I am not the shadow of my father and so are you."

Giorno looked at Trish's emerald gaze. It's passion that he saw in her gleaming eyes. She held his cold hands and looked at him with a serious expression, he stared back with worry still etched in his face.

"Why are you doing this? You should've been living a normal life instead of mixing yoursf into this mess. Isn't the thought of risks of dying even bother you? Don't you have more that you wanted to do?"

"I owed you everything that I have now and we've been through a lot. This isn't just about me repaying moral debt but this is me protecting the people I love and besides normal is boring. I am not the same girl I was before. And we all know that going back isn't easy. I've made up my mind and my decision is to stay. You and the guys never left me. I am not my father and let's just say that I'm not a fan of disappearing acts like that."

The words come out of her mouth with conviction as she removed her hand from his now slightly warmer hands. He was speechless at the resolve of the young lady infront of her.

She gave a smile before standing up awkwardly and then walking towards the door of his room. "Get it together golden boy," she said before exiting his room with the metal case on her hand.