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Joseph shut the door behind him and put his bags on the floor. After a long business trip, he couldn’t be happier to finally be home again.
“Suzi! I’m back!” he called into the apartment.
As if on cue, Suzi came running down the stairs with Roses behind her. “Joseph! I’m so glad you’re back!” his wife exclaimed, and stood on her toes to kiss both of his cheeks. “You’ll never believe what happened while you were gone-”
He cut her off with a sudden kiss on the lips, then pulled back with a cheeky smile. She pretended to look grumpy at that, but quickly gave up the act and hugged him with a smile.
Roses picked up his bags for him. “Master Joseph, where would you like me to put these?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take them to the bedroom and unpack, then it’s a nice, long nap for me!” Joseph replied, taking the bags back from the butler.
“As you wish, sir,” Roses answered with a slight bow. He turned back to Suzi and asked, “Madam Joestar, would you like me to put on some tea?”
“Ooh, tea sounds lovely!”
While Roses led Suzi off to the kitchen, Joseph went up the stairs to their shared bedroom, bags in hand. It had been a difficult trip, with stubborn investors trying to make decisions based on their political alignments. Joseph had never been one for politics, other than his donations to Smokey Brown’s campaigns, and he was able to talk the investors into an agreement that settled their differences - one that ended up benefiting his company, of course.
Right now, he’d had enough of paperwork nonsense. He reached the bedroom and threw the bags on the bed, opening them to look for his pyjamas first and foremost. Once they had been procured, he set them aside for the time being. They could fulfil their glorious task later.
Business reports, toothbrush and toothpaste, suits and ties, deodorant; everything was fished out and put back in their right spots. He finally donned his pyjamas next, and began taking off his prosthetic hand for his nap. But as he reached to put it on the bedside table, his elbow bumped a picture frame and knocked it onto the ground.
“Dammit, what was that?” Joseph muttered, putting his prosthetic down before picking up the picture. His irritated frown turned into a nostalgic smile as he saw what it was.
The picture, dated February 1939, showed the residents of Air Supplena gathered for a picture. Joseph kept the photo on his bedside table to remember what happened that month, both the good and the bad. He had matured into a better man that month, even despite the tragedies that occurred.
The people in the photo had all met different fates, some more fortunate than others: he and Suzi got married and were living a life of luxury, Lisa Lisa was living in an elderly care facility after years of working with the Speedwagon Foundation, Messina was basically off the grid (though Joseph suspected that he went to Tibet), and Loggins and Caesar had met their ends at the hands of the Pillar Men.
Joseph stared at Caesar’s portrait in the photo. He had been smiling, unaware of the fate that would await him just mere days later. His death had taught Joseph a powerful lesson that day, and the Joestar had accepted the burden of responsibility as he received the Zeppeli’s final gift.
Now an elderly man, Joseph touched the portrait’s Caesar with a sad smile. “I haven’t given up yet,” he murmured. He put the picture back on the table. “You’ll be proud of me one day, I promise.”
As he stood up again, he wondered if he had anything left to do before he took a nap. As he looked back at his bags, he noticed something from the corner of his eye. It seemed to flash…purple?
Joseph turned to its source, and he took a step back in horror.
“Oh my god…”
Sitting on the edge of his bed was Caesar, dressed in the same clothes Joseph had last seen him in. His body lacked the injuries Wamuu’s Divine Sandstorm must’ve given him, though it seemed to be coloured in shades of purple and translucent. His eyes were not green as Joseph remembered (or at least thought he remembered) but turquoise like his own. He was looking at Joseph with a mixture of fondness and boredom on his face.
But as Joseph kept staring at the apparition, trying to keep his breath steady as it kept hitching, Caesar’s expression began morphing into one of surprise. The blonde - or rather, purplette? - looked behind him to see if something was there, but quickly turned his head back when he realized that Joseph was looking at him alone.
“You… You can see me?” he asked, his voice low and confused. That voice sounded just as it did in February, more real than it did in Joseph’s dreams.
The old man closed his eyes and counted backwards, trying to calm himself. But when he opened his eyes, the phantom was still there.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joseph groaned, rubbing his face. He turned to the door and called out, “Roses!”
“Yes, Master Joseph?” the butler shouted back.
“Could you call the doctor and see if he’s got any available times to book an appointment?” he requested. “I think my hallucinations are coming back! I might need my prescription checked!”
“Che cosa? Hallucination?” Caesar questioned, narrowing his eyes. “Jojo, you’re mistaken. I’m right here, I’m not- I’m not some figment-”
“Oh dear… Do you need me to check if we have any sleep medication for you?” Roses yelled back.
“No, just ignore that sfigato and take your rest.”
“I think I’ll be fine, thank you! Just check with the doctor, and tell me what he says later!” Joseph responded.
“Che cazzo dici?! Don’t ignore me, dammit!”
“Of course, sir! Have a good rest!” Roses answered, and the butler’s footsteps could be heard receding as the man went to the phone.
“Stop joking around, Jojo!”
Joseph went and sat on the opposite end of the bed from Caesar, putting his head in his hand. “Right, how did that counsellor tell me to deal with hallucinations again?” he sighed to himself, rubbing his temple.
“I-I just said I wasn’t!” the phantom frantically shouted.
Joseph grit his teeth, trying to ignore the supposed-to-be-dead man yelling at him. “I’m in my room, I can feel my sheets. My wife Suzi is downstairs, so is my butler. I just got back from a business trip for Joestar Realty. That’s what’s real…”
“I’m real too, Jojo. Just look at me…!”
“I…I survived the fight against the Pillar Men. Caesar Zeppeli didn’t. Caesar’s dead, he died in 1939, right before the war broke out.” Joseph stared at the ground. If he couldn’t ignore the hallucination, then he’d at least not look at it. “He died fighting Wamuu, everyone tells me it’s not my fault, I promised to live a life that he’d be proud of me for…”
“I already am, dammit!” Caesar snapped, finally standing up from the bed. Joseph flinched as he heard a slight creak.
He closed his eyes and kept repeating things he knew, things that were real , trying to keep himself as grounded as he could. God, he should have called for Suzi to help. She was always the best at putting his mind at ease, especially after that fateful winter. Joseph trusted her with his life, even if he wanted to keep her from needlessly worrying.
His eyes shot open when he felt something grab his wrist. He locked eyes with the purple spectre, and his gaze drifted down to where his wrist was being held. He tried twisting his wrist free, but the hand held him tightly.
And then the vines sprouted from his arm.
Joseph and Caesar screamed, with the latter taking a few steps back and staring in shock. Joseph backed up to the headboard of the bed, but the vines were attached to him, he couldn’t get away. They were purple and covered in sharp-looking thorns, but they didn’t seem to hurt as they appeared from his arm. “Grew” was perhaps not the right word, it was more like they were phasing through his arm like a spirit.
“HOLY SHIT! What is all of this?!” Joseph cried, trying to brush the vines off with the stump of his other arm. He was horrified, not at his stump going through the vines, but the fact that he could feel the difference between them and the empty air. There was definitely something there. Something that wasn’t there before.
Frankly, his exhaustion, seeing Caesar, and having something resembling Esisidi’s veins coming out of him wasn’t a good combination overall.
The bedroom door suddenly slammed open, and Suzi rushed into the room. Once she saw her husband cowering against the headboard, her expression softened into worry. “Joseph, what’s wrong?” she asked, slowly walking up to him.
“The- There’s-” Joseph looked up at her, feeling his breaths getting heavier as his heartbeat raced in his ears. “There’s vines coming out of my arm- And…and Caesar, he’s right over there! Over there!”
Joseph pointed in the direction of the apparition, but Suzi only looked there with confusion. She looked back at his arm and reached out to hold his hand.
“It’s alright, Joseph. Nothing’s there, I promise,” she told him, keeping her voice calm. “I heard you call out to Roses earlier. Are the hallucinations coming back?”
“I-I think so. Might just be my meds,” he sighed.
As the elderly couple talked, the apparition of Caesar walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down. Joseph heard the bed creak slightly again, but Suzi didn’t seem to notice that either.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned into her like a child. As she traced circles on his back, he listened to her heartbeat and began measuring his breaths with them. Slowly, his adrenaline began subsiding.
“Thanks, love,” he murmured, and he felt a kiss on his temple.
“I’ll go get some tea and sleeping pills for you, alright?” Suzi suggested. Upon receiving no argument, she withdrew her arms and stood up to leave the room.
Once the old woman was out of sight, the purple spectre crossed the bed to Joseph. He reached out to touch the vines, which were still protruding from the man’s arm.
“I…I can touch them…” Caesar wondered aloud.
“Forget that, I can feel it when you touch them!” Joseph hissed. “And I was able to feel them too, somehow. These must be corporeal.”
Joseph stared at the vines squirming around his arm. They didn’t seem to be hurting him, but even if he could see through them and put his arm through them, he could still touch them. And if he could touch them…then what about the apparition in front of him?
Joseph got onto his knees and slowly raised his right hand, reaching towards the spectre’s face. He didn’t dare to hope for this to be real, and he nearly sprang back when his fingers grazed the other’s face. He gathered his courage and pressed his hand against Caesar’s face, cupping his cheek.
He could feel Caesar. Caesar was there in front of him, somehow. But like the vines, he was translucent, like a spirit.
This was real.
Joseph fought to keep his breathing steady as he held his hand against Caesar. His friend was looking at him with a sad smile, as if he could’ve predicted this reaction.
“Jojo,” Caesar suddenly spoke, and Joseph flinched. The spirit sighed. “I think you should call Avdol.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Call him. He might know something about this.”
He had met his friend Muhammad Avdol in Egypt two years ago during an investigation. Joseph had come back from the Canary Islands after investigating an abandoned cruiser, the one where Dio’s coffin had come from before it ended up in his possession. He had stopped by a fortune-telling shop just for kicks, and Avdol had discovered his lineage just from tarot cards.
They initially had a working relationship, as Joseph recruited Avdol to aid him in his investigation after learning that he dabbled in the supernatural, but months together had forged them into fast friends. They kept in touch through phone calls and the Speedwagon Foundation, and Avdol had come over to his apartment quite a few times to discuss DIO with him.
But how the hell did Caesar know about Avdol?
“On occasion, I saw a strange bird-like creature come from him. I think he mentioned it before, some kind of literal ‘fighting spirit’? This might be the same thing,” Caesar recalled, his voice starting to hesitate from confusion.
“A ‘Stand’. But he never really discussed it,” Joseph answered.
He suddenly went quiet. He never asked the question aloud…could Caesar read his thoughts? Oh shit.
“I’ll give him a call right now.”
Joseph got up and went outside the bedroom to find the phone on the upper level of his apartment. He dialled the number quickly and waited until he heard the receiver click.
“Alo?”
“Avdol!”
“Ah, Mr. Joestar,” Avdol greeted, switching to English. “It is good to hear from you.”
“Listen, Avdol. There’s a bit of a situation over here. I’ll send the Speedwagon Foundation to get you here as soon as possible.”
“Hm? What’s going on, Mr. Joestar?”
Joseph sighed. “I remember you discussed something called a ‘Stand’...and I think I might have developed one.”
“What?!”
“Some weird purple vines came out of my arm, and they look see-through, but I can touch them. My dead best friend’s here too, somehow.” The old man looked over to the table nearby, where Caesar was leaning against it and listening in.
“I see… Has it done anything yet?”
“Nothing except wiggling around. Why?”
“Each Stand comes with a specialized ability to suit its user. I suppose we can test this once I arrive.”
“Alright. Take care, Avdol.”
“You too, Mr. Joestar.”
The line clicked again as Avdol hung up on his end, and Joseph quickly dialled the number for the Speedwagon Foundation. As soon as he finished arranging transportation for his friend, Suzi came up the stairs with a cup of tea and a sleeping pill. Joseph put the receiver back and let himself be herded into their bedroom again.
It wasn’t long before Joseph ended up asleep with his torso draped across Suzi’s lap. As she carded her hand through his hair, Caesar sang an old Italian lullaby to help him sleep. But Suzi couldn’t hear it, and Joseph was too busy being dead to the world to listen.
“My poor love. You don’t deserve to suffer something like this,” Suzi sighed, looking down at her husband. “But I can’t help but feel like there’s something more to this…”
Caesar shook his head. “You have no idea, bella,” he replied, unheard by all.
The next day, Avdol arrived at the Joestars’ apartment. “Avdol, welcome back,” Joseph greeted, extending his hand.
“Mr. Joestar, it’s good to see you again,” the fortune teller replied, shaking his hand. “Hopefully, my visit will be brief. I do not wish to disturb the four of you.”
“Four?” Suzi asked, looking around the room as Joseph tensed up. “There’s only three of us. Unless…Roses, do you see anything?” she asked. The poor butler shook his head.
The fourth person in the room, who was sitting on the arm of the couch, promptly got up and went to the old man’s side.
Joseph nodded once. “Please excuse us,” he told the other two and he went up the stairs to his work room, followed closely by Avdol and Caesar.
The door was closed behind them, and Joseph pulled out a couple chairs for the living men while Caesar sat on the desk.
“Alright, let’s get down to business.” Joseph held out his arm to show Avdol. “Caesar, could you do the thing you did to make those vines appear?”
“I don’t really know how I did it-” Caesar began, but the purple vines burst forth from Joseph’s arm before he even touched it.
“Holy shit! How the hell?!” Joseph shouted, moving his arm further away from him again. “This didn’t happen last time! They only came out when Caesar touched my arm!”
“Hm… You’re mistaken, Mr. Joestar. It only comes out when you want it to come out. You wanted it to appear, so it appeared,” Avdol explained simply.
Caesar turned to him. “I was right. This is the same thing you have…a Stand.”
Avdol nodded. “You are quite perceptive, Mister…um…”
“Just call me Caesar.”
“Caesar, then.” The fortune teller looked back at Joseph. “And you said he appeared with the vines. Have you been able to see him before then?”
“No, he died. The last time I saw him was… God, nearly fifty years now. He certainly wasn’t purple then,” Joseph wheezed, putting his hand on his forehead. Caesar let out a small huff.
“I see. That confirms it then.” Avdol pointed to the vines. “This is definitely a Stand!”
“I think we kinda figured,” the spectre muttered.
“Though, about your friend, it’s not unheard of for Stand users to see spirits. But this is a peculiar case…”
Joseph’s eyes widened. “How so?”
“You see, there are different types of human spirits that can be seen.”
Avdol began listing the types on his fingers.
“First, there are spirits who look the most like humans. Those are spirits trapped on this plane of existence, often bearing the wounds that caused their death. Then there are ones with a blue colour, the ones who are still living and can return to their body. There are ones coloured golden, those would be the truly virtuous souls who ascend directly to a happy afterlife. But I’ve never heard of a purple spirit before…”
“Am I a spirit that’s bound for hell then?” Caesar asked, laughing with a sad smile. “Well, that’s fine. I can’t take back all the crimes I committed. I’ll accept it.”
“What?! Shut up, you’re not going to hell!” Joseph snapped. “Are you conveniently forgetting everything you’ve done to make up for everything?!”
“Mr. Joestar, Caesar, please…” Avdol interjected, attempting to mediate.
Reluctantly, the two of them stopped their bickering and turned to the fortune teller. Avdol cleared his throat and looked back to Caesar.
“Forgive me, but I would like to test something. May I see your arm?” he asked.
The spirit looked at Avdol with suspicion, but stretched his arm out anyway. Avdol grabbed his forearm and tightly squeezed it. Beside them, Joseph yelped and looked at his own arm. The imprint of a hand could be seen there.
Avdol released Caesar’s arm, and the imprint on Joseph’s own arm disappeared.
“This is…!” Avdol gasped, then quickly cleared his throat as he regained his composure. “Let me clarify, Caesar was a real person before ending up like this? Are you absolutely sure this is Caesar, Mr. Joestar?”
“I’m right here, you know,” Caesar sharply reminded him.
“Yeah, it’s definitely Caesar. No one can get as pissed off as easily as he could. As he can,” Joseph quickly amended.
“If that’s the case,” Avdol pointed to the mass of vines coming from Joseph’s arm, “then it seems that he has somehow become a part of your Stand. My experiment has proven that much.”
“Wait, how?”
“Any damage or sensation that is given to a Stand is reflected back onto its User, and vice versa.”
“That’s interesting… And has this ever happened before? Having a human become part of a Stand?” Caesar questioned.
Avdol shook his head. “Perhaps somewhere, but I haven’t heard of such a thing. But this does explain the unusual colour of your spirit, it has either absorbed or merged with some of Mr. Joestar’s life energy.”
“Life energy…is that the key to this? Then, did this happen because I accepted your final Ripple?” Joseph looked to Caesar for an explanation. “Before you appeared here, what were you doing? Did you go to the afterlife, or…?”
Caesar sighed, knowing this conversation was going to get even more unpleasant than it already was.
“The last thing I did when I was alive was leave the rest of my Ripple to you, and my consciousness was really floaty after that. I’m sure I died, but I woke up again. I was floating in some kind of ocean. I could see the surface, but I couldn’t swim there. I couldn’t bring myself to move, I didn’t even need to breathe. But I realized that I was somewhere in your soul.”
“My- My soul?!” Joseph gaped, while Avdol listened on in interest.
“It was a peaceful existence, floating there. I watched your memories, I could see what was happening behind your eyes. I could feel all the love, pleasure, and happiness that you felt, and I let myself be controlled by these feelings. I didn’t even need to think anymore, I could just let these feelings wash over me until we pass on together,” Caesar admitted with a laugh. “You just came back from a business trip. But while you unpacked, I was suddenly shoved out of your body and woke up on your bed. This is as new to me as it is to you.”
“I have a theory,” Avdol began. “Stands are made of life energy, being a personification of a person’s mental strength and fighting spirit-”
“So Caesar’s life energy merging with mine made him a part of my Stand,” Joseph finished.
“But after all of this, we still don’t know what Stands are,” Caesar sighed.
“Worry not, we have plenty of time to explain and test your abilities. For now, please look at this,” Avdol requested.
From behind him, a red creature shimmered into existence. It appeared half-bird and half-man, wreathed in flames. Caesar jumped off the table and quickly went to Joseph’s side.
“That’s it…that’s the creature I saw a while ago!” Caesar quickly pointed out.
Avdol blinked in surprise. “You could see it? I suppose you, as a spirit, were able to from your position, while Mr. Joestar couldn’t.” He quickly moved on, gesturing to his Stand. “This is Magician’s Red, my Stand I’ve had since birth. Its ability is to freely control flame.”
“Ability…you told me that each user has a specialized ability,” Joseph spoke up.
“Right you are. I am not sure what yours does, but we will find out soon,” Avdol reassured. He looked between Joseph and Caesar, sensing there was something heavy between them that he shouldn’t touch. “…Mr. Joestar, we should reserve a few days this week to discuss Stands and test your Stand’s ability, whatever it may be.”
“Right, I can pay for your hotel room. Just talk to Roses, and it’ll get arranged,” Joseph answered.
Avdol nodded. “Then, I will take my leave. Good day, Mr. Joestar. Caesar, too.”
The fortune teller left the room faster than he came in, leaving the other men to their unsaid words between them. The silence was thick from the weight of the new information that was dropped on them. Joseph being a Stand user, where Caesar’s spirit had been the whole time, the fact that Caesar was a part of Joseph’s Stand now, it was all sudden.
But the majority of the tension between them was from old wounds. Even so, neither of them were willing to touch it right away.
“…Sorry for earlier. I didn’t think you were real,” Joseph apologized. “I didn’t think any of this was real. Even just seeing you in the morning was surreal.”
Caesar tilted his head with a small smile. Joseph had ignored his presence throughout the morning with his eyes firmly trained on the ground, only looking up for Suzi and Roses. He didn’t blame him, the old man was practically in shock the whole time.
“It’s alright. I probably would have done the same thing,” Caesar replied.
The spirit turned around and went back to sit on the desk, though Joseph’s gaze continued to linger on him. Caesar sighed as he resumed his place on the desk, but opened his eyes to see Joseph staring at him. “...What?”
“Caesar, um…” Joseph took a step towards him. “Could I touch you again? I…”
Joseph’s breath started becoming unstable.
“I just want to make sure this is really happening.”
Caesar quietly chuckled as he closed his eyes.
“Then get over here already, moron.”
With slow steps, Joseph approached the desk. With his real hand, he reached up to touch Caesar’s face again. This time, the Italian leaned into the touch with a contented smile. That hand next went to Caesar’s hair to feel it and his headband, and his prosthetic hand began holding Caesar’s shoulder. All the while, the spirit happily let himself be caressed. Nearly half a century without touch left him with a hunger.
The grip on Caesar’s shoulder tightened as his other hand moved to the back of the other’s head. In a shaky motion, Joseph pulled himself close to him and buried his head in Caesar’s shoulder. As the spirit looked down at the old man, he felt his clothing there start to dampen.
“I…I…” Joseph choked on a sob as his shoulders trembled, holding Caesar in a vise grip. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
As he repeated that phrase over and over, dissolving into tears, Caesar wrapped his arms around him.
“Shh… Va tutto bene, sono qui. Stiamo insieme adesso. Non sei solo,” the spirit soothed, letting his friend cry into his shoulder.
Around them, Joseph’s Stand emerged from their bodies and wrapped around them both. Neither of them knew if it was protecting them from the outside or keeping them secure against each other, but Joseph didn’t seem to care much for this development.
Caesar, however, took an interest. “Does this Stand move to my will as well? It makes sense, if I’m a part of you now,” he murmured. “It’s moving to my wishes, to protect you like this…”
Joseph pulled his head back and looked up at Caesar with teary eyes. He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t bring himself to even open his mouth, much less say a single word. Somehow, he looked more pitiful now than he did with two death timers in his body.
“I know what you want to say now. I can hear your thoughts…I guess that’s because I’m a part of you now. Mamma mia, what a concept,” Caesar lightly joked.
Joseph let out a small whimper and buried his head in Caesar’s chest next.
Caesar sighed and began running his fingers through Joseph’s hair. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it. What happened back then, and what we’ll do now. After all, we won’t be separated again…for better or for worse.”
The spirit looked at the purple vines surrounding them, and he decided to experiment. He moved off the desk and wrapped his arms around Joseph, hauling him to his feet again. Caesar looked up on the closed door of the work room and focused on it. Almost immediately, two vines shot out and reached towards the knob, turning it and opening the door for him.
Dragging Joseph around the top floor to the bedroom wasn’t too much of a chore as he slowly got the hang of using Joseph’s Stand. He wondered if it was because he was a spirit too, that he would adapt to using a spiritual power faster.
They arrived in the bedroom and closed the door behind him, and the Stand unwound itself as Caesar practically threw Joseph towards the bed. The old man stumbled as he reached the bed, but he climbed on obediently and laid down. He could feel Caesar’s desire to make sure he rested loud and clear in his mind, which he supposed was the same force that made Caesar able to read his thoughts too.
He only hoped that Caesar would stay with him until he fell asleep. He didn’t want his friend to leave him yet, not when he just got him back. There was so much to unpack there…
He felt a small weight beside where he laid. When he looked up, he saw Caesar sitting next to him. In Joseph’s hazy vision, the spirit looked like an angel watching over him. That was more than enough motivation for him to finally relax his body, closing his eyes and entrusting himself to Caesar.
What was unspoken between them could be saved for another time.
A year later, Joseph found himself with Avdol, his grandson, and two former minions of DIO as they raced to stop Holly’s affliction from killing her. Their hotel rooms in Singapore certainly looked comfortable when Joseph went inside to check his and Avdol’s room out.
“About time we got some decent service around here,” Joseph huffed, throwing his bag on his bed. “Spending a couple nights in a boat is hell for my back.”
Avdol decided not to comment on that as he began unpacking a change of clothes. “By the way, Mr. Joestar, where did Caesar go? As far as I know, he hasn’t made an appearance yet,” he wondered.
“He’s fine. He just likes to rest inside me, or at least wherever Stands go when they’re not manifested,” Joseph shrugged. Even if he’d learned everything there was to know about Stands from the fortune teller, there were some things that would probably be unknown to both of them. Or whatever the case, Caesar didn’t know or didn’t care to learn for him.
“I suppose old habits die hard. He’s probably the most comfortable there after spending nearly fifty years in your soul,” Avdol replied, laying out his clothes and getting ready to take a shower.
“No, he just doesn’t like when other Stand users see him,” the old man laughed. “The stubborn ass thinks only I have the right to.”
From somewhere inside him, he could hear Caesar say that he’d let Suzi see him if she could. Most of their conversations were telepathic now, especially around others.
Avdol looked over at him - or perhaps, them - with an amused smile. “Then, tell Caesar I wish him well.”
After a brief pause, Joseph replied. “He says thanks.”
As Avdol picked up his clothes, the hotel’s phone suddenly rang. And as Avdol reported that Polnareff found a Stand user in his room, Joseph let out a loud groan.