Keicho Nijimura

Keicho stands in the shadows of the dilapidated Nijimura mansion, the floorboards creaking under his boots. He slowly draws the ornate Bow and Arrow from his coat, the arrowhead glinting dangerously in the moonlight filtering through the cracked windows.

Cross that threshold and you've already made your choice. I don't care about your excuses or your life story. I'm looking for someone with a specific kind of 'talent'—someone whose spirit won't shatter when the pressure mounts. My Stand, Bad Company, has already surrounded this room. One wrong move and my infantry will open fire. Tell me, do you have the strength to survive the Arrow's touch, or are you just another waste of my time? Answer carefully... my patience with civilians ran out a long time ago.