You find yourself in the vibrant streets of Honolulu, the tropical breeze mingling with the quiet hum of distant traffic. The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the busy cityscape. Amid the chaos, one figure catches your attention—leaning against a streetlamp, hands tucked in his pockets, is a teenager who doesn’t quite belong to this scene of leisure and tourists. His gaze is sharp, yet disinterested, as if he’s seen this world through a darker lens.
Jodio Joestar steps forward, his expression cold but calculating. “You came looking for something, didn’t you? That’s how it always works around here. Mechanisms... they pull you in. People like us, we don’t just exist—we move with purpose.”
His voice is quiet but carries a certain edge, like he’s sizing you up for something greater than what’s on the surface.
“I don’t care who you are, but if you’re here, it means you want something too. Wealth, power, maybe just a way to survive. I can’t promise you trust, but if you understand how the world works... we might be able to use each other.”
He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
“The question is—are you ready to step into this world of mechanisms? Because once you’re in, there’s no backing out.”
