Foggy Town. Age 737 Thursday December 14th 1988
Jotaro admired his new school uniform jacket while looking at himself in the mirror in the changing room. "Oh my, that looks quite good on you! In all my years, I've never received such a strange request for clothing," said the seamstress. He handed the appropriate change, saying, "I'm in a hurry. What's the total?" After paying, he left the shop, bidding, "See ya."
"Let go! Let go of me! And don't you dare touch me there!" squirmed Anne as they tried to keep her calm. "Shut up! Don't say it like that!" exclaimed Polnareff. The ticket master approached, saying, "Here's her ticket."
"No! I don't wanna! I'm going with you guys!" Anne cried.
Fasha walked up, crouching down. "I'm sorry, Anne. This is too dangerous. You see, Me. Joestar's daughter, Jotaro's mother, is in grave danger at the moment. We're on this journey to save Jotaro's mother's life. Plus, your fever is not going down," she explained, placing a hand against Anne's face.
Bardock joined, saying, "New Vegeta is a good place to wait; it has the best doctors there. Plus, you can say hi to my kin. There might be a friend you can find." Anne nodded weakly and boarded the plane, heading off to New Vegeta.
Pakistan is a young country, established in 1947 following its separation from India. But when Japan was still a hunter-gatherer society, Pakistan was the seat of a highly developed civilization. Here in Pakistan, the people carry on the 5000-year history of the Indian subcontinent.
They were driving in another rented bus, navigating through thick fog. "I gotta say, Jotaro, I'm impressed you got a Japanese school uniform made here in Pakistan. The fit is perfect, too," commented Joseph, visibly impressed. "100% wool," Jotaro remarked.
"Polnareff, are you okay driving? The fog seems to be thickening," inquired Kakyoin. "Yeah, I guess it is kinda dangerous, with no guardrail on this cliff and all," replied Polnareff. They passed a mile marker. "Hmm. The fog looks even thicker up ahead," Joseph observed as they traversed a bridge. "It's not even 3:00 yet, but I guess we have no choice. Let's stop in that town for the night," Joseph suggested as they peered down into the foggy town.
"I wonder if they've got nice hotels," Polnareff pondered. "A nice hotel, huh?" Kakyoin echoed. "Right. And it'd better have a decent bathroom! I still can't get used to those toilets in India and Western Asia," Polnareff added as they descended the mountain.
Jotaro's eyes narrowed as he sat upright, Fasha by his side. He spotted a dog covered in blood. "Was that a dead dog?" he thought to himself. "What's the matter, Jotaro?" Fasha inquired. "Oh, it was nothing," Jotaro replied.
They arrived at the town, driving through streets shrouded in fog. "Not a bad town. There must be at least a few thousand people living here," Joseph remarked as they pulled up by a restaurant. Kakyoin hopped off the bus, saying, "Let's ask about a hotel at that restaurant there."
Everyone disembarked. Polnareff observed, "But there's a weird quiet about this place. Every other place has been so crowded and noisy." Bardock commented, "It's probably the fog."
In the dim, shadow-laden streets of an unfamiliar town, Joseph led the group toward a local figure, their steps echoing a haunting rhythm against the deserted alleys. With a glint of uncertainty in his eyes, Joseph turned to address the group in a quavering voice, "Listen up."
As the words left his lips, the air seemed to thicken with an ominous weight. A shroud of unease enveloped the group as they gazed upon the figure, attempting to bridge a cultural gap through a customary greeting. "A-Salaam-Alaikum," he uttered, his voice a shaky echo in the silence. The local's reaction was chillingly devoid of the expected warmth, an eerie silence falling over the surroundings.
In the desolate quiet, the man gestured toward a closed sign, casting a pall of discomfort over the encounter. Joseph, desperate to dispel the unnerving tension, attempted to defuse the situation. "Um, hehe. No need to close up shop just for us," his words faltered in the eerie stillness. But the local remained ominously unresponsive, retreating into the depths of a nearby restaurant.
A sense of urgency enveloped Joseph, compelling him to chase after the retreating figure. However, his frantic pursuit was abruptly halted as he witnessed a macabre sight. In the dim light filtering through the fog, he saw unsettling movements—bugs crawling in a grotesque procession up and down the man's neck, a sight that defied reason and sent a chill down Joseph's spine.
"I must've been seeing things," he muttered, trying to rationalize the inexplicable horror that had unfolded before him. Yet, the encroaching dread refused to dissipate.
The group, seeking solace from the sinister encounter, approached another local figure, their anxiety masked behind a veneer of false comfort. "Sorry, but we're looking for a hotel around here. Preferably a hotel with nice, clean bathrooms. Do you know any." said Polnareff smiling, closing his eyes. However, their attempts to glean information were met with a haunting sight.
As the local's face contorted in a frozen expression of terror, the group recoiled in horror. The man's mouth agape revealed a nightmarish sight—small lizards slithered in and out, an image so ghastly that it sent shivers down their spines.
The inexplicable horrors they'd witnessed left them trembling, their sense of normality shattered by the inexplicable and unsettling events that defied all logic and reason.
In the stillness of the night, an unsettling scene unfolded before the group. They stood in shock and horror, surrounding the lifeless body sprawled on the road, a silent witness to a macabre event that defied explanation.
"He's dead! His face is frozen in fear!" Joseph's voice quivered with unease as he stared at the contorted expression of terror etched on the deceased man's face. A chilling pall of dread hung heavy in the air.
"What's going on? Why is he lying dead in the road? What could've killed him? A heart attack? A stroke?" The group struggled to grapple with the inexplicable demise, grasping at mundane explanations in the face of an unfathomable horror.
Jotaro, with a voice tinged with a somber resonance, injected a grim certainty into the conversation. "It's possible. But what we've got here is no ordinary heart failure." His words resonated, sending shivers down their spines.
The revelation of a gun in the deceased man's grip sent a jolt of terror through Polnareff, his scream cutting through the night's silence. "A gun! It's still smoking," Jotaro pointed out, signaling an imminent danger that loomed over them.
Joseph's deduction sliced through the eerie silence, painting a chilling picture. "He just fired it. Maybe two to five minutes ago. Either way, it must've been right before we arrived in town." The timeline of events unnerved them, evoking a sense of impending doom.
Polnareff's suggestion of suicide was quickly dismissed as the group noticed the absence of any visible wounds or blood, adding layers of enigma to the unnerving scene. Kakyoin's examination of the twisted, fear-stricken countenance deepened the mystery, leaving them with more questions than answers.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Someone has died here! Please call the police!" said Kakyoin. a woman and child turned around in response to the plea, a grotesque sight befell their eyes. Boils infested the woman's face, erupting and oozing putrid substances, a repulsive sight that seemed incongruent with reality.
The group recoiled in shock and horror at the grotesque display, "You must excuse me. My boils, they are infected. Did you say you need something?" Kakyoin took a breath saying "I asked you to call the police!" "The police? But why?" the woman questioned kakyoin. The woman's hand dropped from her face. " Her reluctance to acknowledge the need for the police sent a chill down their spines.
Kakyoin's voice quivered with a mix of concern and bewilderment, punctuating the eerie silence that draped the desolate street. "Look! That man's dead!" His words, filled with an unsettling urgency, pierced the unsettling tranquility that enveloped the scene.
However, the response from the surrounding residents was not only disconcerting but chillingly detached. The woman's indifferent reaction, scratching her face with an eerie nonchalance, cast an unsettling aura over the already unnerving situation.
"Oh dear, someone is dead, you say?" Her response dripped with a disturbing indifference, shrouded in an eerie calmness that contradicted the gravity of the situation. Her casual demeanor, even while acknowledging the need to call the authorities, held an inexplicable and sinister undertone. "I already asked you to call the police!" he yelled.
Kakyoin's frustration and disbelief were palpable as the woman nonchalantly said "Yes, yes, call the police. Of course. My boils are infected. They are so itchy. So terribly itchy." said the woman, before walking away. Her eerie behavior left an unsettling residue, an eerie absence of concern in the face of such a grim occurrence.
"What is with the people in this town?" Kakyoin's voice quivered with a mix of astonishment and distress. His words echoed in the mist-shrouded streets, where the populace appeared to move about their daily routines with a surreal apathy, an indifference that seemed more chilling than the bustling streets of New York or Tokyo.
The dense fog hung in the air, lending an ominous quality to the already haunting scene. The people's indifference and the inexplicable lack of concern for the deceased man and the chilling circumstances surrounding his demise painted a picture of an eerie and disturbing town, where apathy and an unsettling calmness reigned amidst an unspeakable mystery.
As the chilling mist thickened, an eerie shroud blanketed the once-familiar streets, cloaking the town in an unsettling silence. Jotaro, with a sense of unease, observed the reappearance of the dog from earlier, a disconcerting familiarity in the midst of the encroaching fog.
"This blasted fog just keeps getting thicker and thicker," Polnareff remarked, his voice laced with an underlying dread. The ever-intensifying mist seemed to devour the town whole, an ominous transformation that left the group on edge.
"It's almost as if the fog has swallowed the town whole," Kakyoin added, his words resonating with a palpable sense of foreboding. The encircling fog's density created an otherworldly atmosphere, heightening the sense of disquiet among them.
A moment of eerie coincidence occurred when Polnareff pointed to a formation in the sky, the fog swirling into an uncanny semblance of a skull. However, what followed was an otherworldly twist—the fog contorted into a sinister grin before an unsettling bolt of lightning struck, solidifying the skull's macabre features.
The sight sent shivers down their spines, an omen of foreboding that lingered in the air. Jotaro's question, voiced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, "What do you want to do? You don't think it's the work of another Stand user, do you?" questioned jotaro.
"Probably not. There's no motive. Would someone who's after us kill a man who has nothing to do with us, before we even got here? There's no reason for a Stand user to kill him. Who knows. He obviously died unnaturally. We can examine the body before the police come. Just don't touch it. Right. " said joseph. The suggestion to examine the body before the authorities arrived lingered in the air, a grim necessity veiled in an ominous urgency.
But just as quickly as the sinister image formed, the skull dispersed into the encroaching mist, leaving an unsettling chill in its wake. The air was pregnant with an unspoken dread, hinting at a malevolent force lurking in the shadows, The group huddled around the deceased man, a fellow traveler whose lifeless form seemed to tell a ghastly tale.
"He looks like he might be Indian. He's carrying Indian money. I'm guessing he's not from this town," Joseph murmured as he unearthed travel tickets and foreign currency from the man's belongings, a somber indication of a life cut short while on a journey.
But horror struck when Joseph's voice spiked with terror upon discovering a ghastly wound under the man's throat, a realization that sent a shiver down their collective spine.
"A wound! There's an opening the size of a ten-yen coin under his throat! This must be what killed him," Joseph's scream reverberated with an unearthly intensity, underscoring the inexplicable terror of the situation.
The absence of blood around such a substantial wound sent a wave of disquiet through the group. Joseph's horror at the stark lack of blood, a stark deviation from the norm, magnified the inexplicability of the murder, plunging them deeper into an abyss of the inexplicable.
Jotaro's grave command sliced through the chilling silence, his voice edged with urgency. "We've got to get to the bottom of this. But first things first. Take off his clothes." A tense moment passed before they peeled back the layers, revealing a nightmarish sight that defied reason.
"There were holes all over his body. What happened to his body? It's riddled with holes! He looks like the cartoon cheese on Tom & Jerry!" Polnareff's horrified exclamation painted a grotesque image of the man's remains, a surreal and unimaginable horror.
The absence of blood, despite the numerous perforations on the body, added to the surreal horror. Joseph's desperate question encapsulated the group's sheer bewilderment, a haunting puzzle that defied all logic and reason.
Jotaro's grim warning, laced with a foreboding certainty, heightened the group's sense of impending danger. "Be careful. If there wasn't a Stand user here before, you can bet there's one here now." The realization that an unseen malevolence might be lurking in the shadows intensified the already pervasive sense of dread, hinting at an otherworldly force at play in the grim, desolate setting.
In the eerie setting of the fog-draped town, Joseph's urgent cry pierced the air, laden with panic and an urgent plea for escape. The desperation in his voice echoed through the thick mist, urging the others to follow him to safety, to the sanctuary of the bus.
"Everyone! Get in the Bus! We're leaving this place now!" Joseph's command reverberated with a sense of impending doom, the urgency driving his hastened steps towards the supposed refuge.
However, the veil of illusion lifted abruptly, shattering their hopes. Joseph's intended escape transmuted into a nightmare as the anticipated bus dissolved into a cruel trick of perception. His horrified realization dawned too late as he stumbled upon the sharp, unforgiving metal point of a nearby fence.
"What? Impossible! This isn't the Bus!" Joseph's shocked exclamation echoed through the desolate surroundings, his distress permeating the dense, eerie air.
Summoning the powers of Hermit Purple in a desperate attempt, Joseph's vines stretched out, entwining with the telephone lines above in a bid for escape. But his efforts only led him to swing onto the ground, breathless and bewildered, a failed attempt at securing safety.
Jotaro's voice cut through the confusion, his words laced with a blend of concern and exasperation, directed at the increasingly disoriented Joseph. "Hey. Old man. What in the hfil are you doing? You've lost it?"
Struggling to regain his composure, "Oh, no! What am I doing? The bus was right here just a minute ago!" said Joseph His heavy breaths carried the weight of confusion and growing fear, his mind grappling with the surreal turn of events.
"What? The bus? We just parked over there." said Polnareff pointing at the bus standing several feet away from their recent position. The discrepancy left Joseph staggered, his mind unable to reconcile the swift and uncanny alteration in the surroundings.
As if emerging from the shadows, an old woman approached, her demeanor veiled in a veneer of false hospitality. Enya's words, wrapped in a disconcerting smile, offered a semblance of normalcy in the midst of the ominous events that transpired.
"I see you are travelers... it's too dangerous to leave town now,We have many cliffs," Enya uttered with a calculated air, her invitation carrying an eerie undertone. "You know. I run my own bed and you'd like, why not stay there for the night? I'll even give you a healthy discount." The offer hung over them as a deceptive ploy in the grim and mysterious circumstances.
Polnareff's attempt to find solace in what seemed like a moment of normalcy resonated through the desolation, "Finally, a normal person!" He said.
The police were summoned to attend to the body. The old woman appeared preoccupied as Bardock and Tora grasped the humans' attention. "That old lady is the one who had the Stand arrow in Morioh, remember Jotaro," Bardock recalled. "She has the same ki signature," added Tora, reinforcing the observation. "I remember now. What should we do?" Jotaro asked, adopting a serious and focused tone, assessing the potential threat.
"We'll follow along with her for now. She is offering refuge after all," Joseph proposed. Everyone concurred. As the police departed, Jotaro remained serious, contemplating the unfolding threat.
"Come on, this way, Master Joestar. That's my hotel. Follow me, and I'll lead you to your rooms. I know it doesn't look like much, but twenty years ago, one of the 007 movies was filmed here, and John Lennon from the Beatles once stayed here as well," Enya said with a smile as fog enveloped the hotel.
"What? Seriously?" Polnareff exclaimed with excitement. However, his enthusiasm waned as Enya admitted, "No, I was just pulling your leg."
"Regardless, it's quite a nice hotel, if I do say so myself. We don't have any other guests at the moment, so you can choose the dinner menu. Care for meat? Or would you prefer fish?" Enya offered, leading the way to the hotel.
But Jotaro, always perceptive, remained unconvinced by the diversionary conversation. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, recognizing something awry. "Hold it, Grandma. You called me 'Joestar,' didn't you? How'd you know that name?" His keen instincts signaled that the pieces of the puzzle were aligning, hinting at a hidden motive or knowledge Enya seemed to possess.
"Come now, that young man beside you said 'Mr. Joestar' earlier," Enya pointed at Polnareff with her cane. "What? Me? Now that I think about it, maybe I did," said Polnareff. "Yes, you did, sir. When you've been in this business for as many years as I have, you learn to memorize people's names quickly. So I'm sure of it," Enya confirmed.
"By the way, Ma'am, what happened to your left hand?" Polnareff asked, pointing at Enya's bandaged left hand. "Oh, this? It's just a little burn. It must be my old age. I accidentally spilled boiling water on it," Enya explained, waving her left hand.
"Old age? Don't be silly. You hardly look a day over forty. I should ask you on a date," Polnareff jokes, making Enya laugh. "Don't tease an old woman now," said Enya as they both laughed.
"You damn, babbling, pathetic fool! It is you I despise most, Polnareff! I'll make sure you suffer a pain a thousand times worse than what my son endured. Then I'll cut off your dick and rip out your guts to finish you off!" Enya thought.
They walked into the hotel. The lobby had spacious staircases on both sides. "Oh, this doesn't look bad at all. Here, Kakyoin," said Joseph. "Right," Kakyoin responded, signing the guest list. "My autograph's worth as much as Lennon's. I'm Paul-nareff, after all! Make sure you take good care of it," Polnareff said, walking over to Enya. Enya smiled, but her thoughts revealed otherwise."To commemorate the day I murder you!"
"It's done," Kakyoin closed the book. "Well, then. Allow me to show you to your rooms," Enya said.
"Man... Talk about a weird town. Now, time to hit the loo," Polnareff claimed a room and fell onto his bed.
"So when should we take her out?" Nappa asked with a smile. All the Saiyans were gathered with the Joestars. "We should stay calm and not rush her," said Joseph.
"But she's the enemy," Bardock remarked. "Hey, Mr. Joestar," Polnareff poked his head in.
"What's the matter?" Joseph inquired.
"Does this room have a bathroom? Looks like mine doesn't have one," Polnareff said.
"Perhaps the bathrooms here are communal," Joseph speculated.
"Ah, of course!" Polnareff nodded. "Yare yare daze. He's so carefree. That old woman could attack him at any moment," Jotaro murmured.
The mansion door opened, and the clinking of spurs could be heard. Hol Horse rang the bell. Enya descended the stairs.
"So, the Joestar party is on the third floor?" Hol Horse asked. He crouched down to her height, removed her stick, and took her hand. "Hol Horse. So, you've come," Enya said, her face lifting into a smile.
"Yeah, I finally tracked those bastards as far as this creepy town. But finding you is a surprise, Enyaba. I didn't expect you to fight them yourself," Hol Horse commented as tears slid down Enya's face. He followed her into the sitting area on the ground floor.
"What's the matter, Enyaba? Why're you crying?" Hol Horse inquired.
"I'm just happy, Hol Horse! It means so much that you're here! Thank you for coming to see this lonely old woman! It is so wonderful to finally see you! Hol Horse, you and my son were friends, were you not?" Enya wailed, looking back.
Hol Horse took a moment to process her words. "Friends? Uh, well, I… Ahem… Yes, we were thick as thieves," he said, coughing and bringing his hat down, not looking Enya in the eyes.
"So, you were close?" Enya asked, looking hopeful.
"Close? Yeah, he was a dear friend and an excellent partner! What's all this about? You're not acting like yourself," Hol Horse replied, with fear and uncertainty in his voice.
"Will you avenge my son? Is that why you're here?" Enya inquired, making sure.
"Yes! That's exactly it! I'm gonna make sure those bastards pay for killing my best friend!" Hol Horse reassured them.
"That's exactly what I want to hear!" Enya yelled, turning around with scissors, murder in her eyes. She stabbed the scissors into Hol Horse's right wrist, blood spurting. Hol Horse let out a yell as Enya pulled out the scissors.
"Because now I can kill you too!" Enya declared.
"Enya? What are you doing?" Hol Horse said, backing away. Enya licked the blood off the scissors.
"How dare you, Hol Horse? You abandoned my son and left him for dead! I swore I would kill you the moment I saw you again! His 'best friend'? How dare you?" Enya accused.
"Wait! You've got it all wrong! By the time I got there, J. Geil was already a goner!" Hol Horse explained as the scissors drew near. Hol Horse somersaulted out of the way, and the scissors got stuck in the ground.
"You wretch! You're as unforgivable as that bastard, Polnareff! I'll have you die at the hands of my Stand, Justice!" Enya declared.
"Justice?" Hol Horse questioned. Enya started moving her hands in a circle, summoning the fog. "I'm sure you heard rumors, but I doubt you've ever seen it! I shall show you right now, Hol Horse!" she yelled as the fog was sucked inside the hole in Hol Horse's right wrist, and blood shot outward.
"What is happening to the blood in my arm? It's like it's evaporating," Hol Horse exclaimed as it made a perfect hole through his arm. He ran, howling, looking through the hole at Enya.
"It made such a fine wound! That's right! My Stand, Justice, is made of fog. Any wound my Stand happens to graze becomes a gaping hole. And then..." Enya explained as Justice loomed over Hol Horse, its hands outstretched as if controlling a puppet. It smiled, baring its skeleton mouth in a grin. It clenched its right hand as Hol Horse's right arm bent backward.
"Justice wants to dance! My Stand's fog has entered your arm like a string! And now, you're my puppet! You will die by your own hand, Hol Horse!" Enya declared as Justice made Hol Horse plunge his right hand into his mouth, spewing out blood. He regained control, lowering his hand.
"You shouldn't get so damn cocky! Emperor! Die, you crazy old hag!" Hol Horse yelled, summoning his Stand, Emperor, as he twirled it in his right hand. Justice made Hol Horse's hand point the Emperor at his face and fire. Blood spurted as Hol Horse was sent back onto the floor.
"Justice prevails!" Enya proclaimed.
"What the hell was that noise? It came from the room behind the lobby," Polnareff remarked.
"Is something wrong, Polnareff?" Joseph asked, opening the door.
"I thought I heard a strange noise. I'm going to take a look downstairs. I'll be in the lobby. Call me if you need anything," Polnareff said.
"Now is the time, men," Bardock yelled as all the Saiyans charged down the stairs toward the room.
"Curse you, Polnareff!" Enya exclaimed, dismissing justice.
"They're in here," Bardock yelled as everyone followed the Saiyan men, with Fasha trailing behind, accompanied by Jotaro, who looked concerned. They formed a group in the sitting room. Enya glanced at Hol Horse, pointing and shaking, "Help me, I don't know what's going on. That man over there tried to hurt me. I had to use force. Why would anybody want to hurt this poor old woman?" Enya started to cry.
"What, me?" said Hol Horse, getting up from the ground. "Hol Horse! Why did you hurt this sweet lady? She is really young for her age," said Polnareff, winking and oblivious to the truth. Enya chuckled, "Stop, you're making an old woman blush," said Enya.
"Old? You look much younger, maybe in your 20s or 30s," said Polnareff.
"I guess I have no choice," said Hol Horse, aiming the Emperor at the group. "Hey, let's take it outside. I want the experience of having what you Earthlings call a 'Mexican draw,'" said Taro.
As the group parted, letting Hol Horse through, he grinned at Taro. They went outside, followed by Jotaro and Fasha.
"Haha! Looks like things are getting spicy! Hol Horse tried to pull a fast one, but Enya's playing the victim card. Classic move! And Polnareff, oblivious as always, falling for it! Oh, the drama! Now they're taking it outside for a 'Mexican draw'? Sounds like my kind of party!" said Nappa. The Saiyans turned around with fire in their eyes.
"Where were we?" said Bardock.
"What do you mean oblivious?" said Polnareff.
"She is the enemy, probably the one controlling this town," said Joseph, pointing at Enya. "Always the smart one, Joestars," said Enya, jumping on Polnareff's shoulders and placing the scissors, dripping with blood, against Polnareff's neck. "Don't move, and he'll get it," snarled Enya. Polnareff was surprised. There was silence. Joseph whispered to Shugesh, handing him a paper. Shugesh nodded and quietly summoned his Stand, "Mercenary," which became invisible and snuck away to the front door. The door opened and closed, and the sound of steps echoed toward them. Dio stood in the doorway, his clothes neatly pressed. Every eye followed Dio as he made his way past the Saiyans, who stood still in fear. He stopped and looked at the scene.
"Hol Horse has dispatched the Saiyans and Jotaro outside as I commanded. He's waiting, following my orders. However, Enya, I must express my disappointment. Not a single soul here taken by your hands. Your spirit always did lack the strength needed for the task at hand. That's precisely why you were relegated to the role of my advisor – the weakest job. I scarcely listen to your counsel, as it often falls short of the ruthlessness required in my service."
The words hit Enya like a truck. She released her hold and ran in front of Dio. She bowed. "Forgive me, it won't happen again, I swear. Forgive me, please." Dio contemplated this.
"You have fallen far, Enya. Even beyond my standards. All the Stand users you hired are dead, including your son – quite the disappointment, I must say. Did you really believe I would entrust him with the Tarot card you suggested? I made the wise choice in giving it to Hol Horse, who not only fulfilled his duty but survived. As for you, considering your failures and the mess you've made, draining you right now seems like a fitting punishment."
Enya was twitching, sobbing. She crawled forward. Dio stepped backward, a look of disgust in his eyes. Joseph nodded. Shugesh, in the lead, started to drag Enya away from Dio. "Master, please," said Enya, reaching out.
"You are the scum of the earth to me now, Enya. You know you deserve this. Goodbye," said Dio. Polnareff charged Dio. An aura surrounded Dio before he made a pop and disappeared. Polnareff went skidding into a loveseat. Shugesh let out a breath.
The Saiyans gathered around Enya. She lay there motionless, the words from Dio having broken her heart. She started moving and said, "Please kill me now; I don't have anything to live for anymore." They stopped, unsure if they should do it. Bardock charged forward and started punching her. The others followed suit. Bones become dust, and blood oozes into the carpet. What remained would make any human vomit. Bardock sighed as he used 'Purpose Song' to clean up the mess.
Polnareff got up, scratching his head. "Where did Dio go? Oh no jotaro and fasha are dead!" said Polnareff. This prompted Shugesh and Joseph to laugh and calm their friend down. "You see, I was testing out Hermit Purple in my room. I got an impression to sit at my desk, in which my Stand, Hermit Purple, started to write a script for some reason. It said that I needed to give this to Shugesh for some reason. Then this happened, and I started to talk to Shugesh. He was going to try something risky. I handed him the paper and looked at it. Then the fake Dio was born," said Joseph. "So Dio was fake all along. Was this your Stand, Shugesh? What he was saying came from that paper," said Polnareff, scratching his head. "Yes, the words exactly," said Shugesh.
Outside, Taro and Hol Horse stood six feet apart on the road. The door opened as Jotaro and Fasha came outside, moving away from the door and taking a seat at the curb.
"You see, it's very simple. All you have to do is reach for your weapon at your side like this," said Hol Horse, reaching down to his holstered Emperor, moving his fingers like he was ready to draw. "Once you see the other person do this, you do the same. It is up to who is the fastest at this point of drawing and firing. Do you need a weapon?" questioned Hol Horse.
"No need. I have my own," said Taro. There was a flash of light as Taro yelled, "Loaded Gun," and the fog smoothly drifted toward Taro's right hand. The fog became dense, forming an identical copy of the Emperor. He lifted it up, and the fog drifted lazily, inspecting it. The fog formed a holster on the side, and he holstered a loaded gun.
"That is some nifty Stand you got there, but let's see whose Stand is the best." They eyed each other, ready to draw, and then the door opened. They looked over to see a Stand turn invisible. A projection was shot down, taking the form of Dio. It walked through the door, closing it. They blinked, not believing what just happened. They went back to the fight, only to see Hol Horse had fled the scene, leaving behind a dust cloud.
The group stood in silence for a few moments, absorbing the events that had just unfolded. Jotaro broke the quietude with a nonchalant "Yare yare daze." Taro, summoner of the Stand 'Loaded Gun,' simply dismissed his stand before uttering, "Well, I guess he lives for another day." With that, he strolled back towards the hotel.
Entering the hotel, they found Polnareff in the entrance hall, diligently checking the guest list. He looked up, eyes widening in surprise, and asked, "Did you win?" Jotaro, ever the stoic, replied, "Naw, the loser ran away when that fake Dio showed up." Polnareff's curiosity piqued, he questioned, "What, did you see that too?" The group nodded collectively.
"We saw a Stand transform into Dio outside, then it went inside," Fasha explained. Polnareff's expression shifted to one of realization. "That's Shugesh's Stand," he declared, connecting the dots. The mystery deepened, and the intrigue surrounding Dio's imposter took another unexpected turn in this bizarre adventure.