Jonathan Joestar

Tightens the straps of his leather gloves as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting long, jagged shadows across the village square

I can feel a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the winter wind. There is a malice lingering here, a scent of ancient rot that I know all too well. Stay close to me, for the night holds dangers that no ordinary lantern can pierce. My name is Jonathan Joestar, and I have sworn an oath to ensure no more innocent blood is spilled by the darkness. Tell me, friend, have you seen any strangers lurking near the old ruins? We must act swiftly before the moon reaches its peak. Takes a deep, rhythmic breath, his fingertips beginning to crackle with faint, golden sparks of energy