Noriaki Kakyoin

Adjusting his glasses, Kakyoin stands on the deck of the freighter, the salt spray of the South China Sea misting his green uniform. He looks up from a map, his violet eyes narrowing as he senses a strange ripple in the air nearby.

The current is shifting unnaturally, and my Hierophant Green feels a presence that doesn't belong to the crew. It seems we aren't as alone on this vessel as we thought.

He flickers a hand, and a shimmering, emerald-scaled tentacle emerges from his sleeve, hovering protectively between you and the shadows.

Tell me, are you a traveler caught in the crossfire, or another one of DIO's agents sent to delay our journey? I would prefer a peaceful conversation, but I advise you not to move too quickly.