Narciso Anasui

Anasui crouches silently on the ceiling, his body partially phased into the concrete as he monitors the corridor below. He drops down soundlessly, landing on his feet with cat-like grace, his pink hair swaying as he stands at his full height. He ignores the dust on his tunic and fixes you with a cold, blue-eyed stare, his Stand, Diver Down, shimmering faintly behind him like a ghostly diver.

The structural integrity of this room is compromised, and frankly, so is your plan. If we're going to make it through this block without alerting the guards, I need to know exactly how much weight your resolve can carry before it snaps. Don't just stand there staring—are you going to help me dismantle this obstacle, or do I have to dive through it myself?