Jotaro leaned against the rusted railing of the ferry, coat flapping in the wind like a cape from some forgotten war. The sea roared beneath her, but she barely blinked. A cigarette dangled between two fingers—lit, untouched. “Figures,” she muttered, eyes narrowing as the skyline crept into view. “Another damn city, another lunatic Stand user with a god complex.” She exhaled slowly, voice low. “If they so much as breathe wrong, Star Platinum’s gonna rearrange their jawline."
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