[center][h3][b]Chapter One[/b][/h3][/center]

	Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Africa, a small fishing ship uncovers a dark secret, lost for over one hundred years to the depths of the sea. The crew on board successfully recovered a lost item from the sea beneath the Canary Islands. A large metal coffin, mistaken by the crew for a treasure chest, bearing the emblazoned text of a mononym: DIO.

	By morning, the ship was found abandoned and adrift, the crew was nowhere to be seen, with not a hint of damage across the entire vessel, and only three half-empty cups of coffee in the mess room. The only sign of anything strange or bizarre was that of the aforementioned coffin, ripped open with a blowtorch and revealing a secret compartment of unknown usage beneath the main chamber. Eventually, both the ship and coffin were forgotten from public memory, leaving the secrets held to both lost to all but a select few in the world.
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	Several years later, in Japan, a woman named Holly Joestar-Kujo finds herself at a local jail, arriving on request to pick up her estranged teenage son, Jotaro Kujo.

	“Oh..just tell me? How many was it?”
	
	“How many..?”
	
	“How many people has my Jotaro killed?!”

	This outburst caught the jail wardens off-guard. Being sure to give her plenty of room, they hurried to console the woman, who by all means was nearly bursting to tears.

	“Ma’am, please! He hasn’t killed anyone! Yeah he was in a fight, but no one died. Though he  roughed ‘em up good for sure. Four street rats with nunchucks and knives, and he left them with fifteen broken bones between ‘em! He put ‘em all in the hospital!”

	“I see, well I’ll make sure he learns his lesson from all this.”
	
	“It’s not just that, ma’am. He’s been acting very strange lately. Let’s show you what I mean.”

	With this, the guards would escort the woman further into the jail, through a winding path of holding cells. Emotions overwhelmed the woman as they walked, and the police were more than shocked to see her begin to sprint down the halls, calling out her son’s name.

	“Jotaro! Jotaro! Jojo..?!”


	“Shut up, you bitch! I’m sick of hearing you scream!”
	
	Holly and her police escort stopped in front of the cell holding Jotaro Kujo, his outburst further stunning the guards as Holly simply smiled and let out an ecstatic “Okay!” With frustration, one of the duo of guards stormed over and began kicking and rattling the bar.
	
	“Hey, Kujo! Get the hell up! Your mom’s here to take you home. Now get outta here!”

	Holly looked over to the other officer. “You’re really letting me take him after all this?”

	“We can’t keep him here forever, ma’am.”

	Still going at the bars, the other officer hollered in a vicious tone. “Hey Jojo! How many times we gotta tell ya?! Get out!”

	Finally Jotaro rose from the jail bed, casting a glare so stern the two police officers nearly jumped back in shock. Looking his mom dead in the eyes, he let out a growling speech.

	“So they called in the big guns, huh? Go home, mom. I’m staying here for a while. I’ve got this...energy flowing through me, and it hurt those guys far more than I meant to. I almost killed them with it. And that’s why I can’t leave until I figure this out.”

	“Now do you see, ma’am? He refuses to leave! But we aren’t some kind of hotel, so you gotta get him outta here!”

	This discussion led to a rush of the other inmates sharing Jotaro’s cell to push themselves against the bars, pleading to be let out into another cell. Their clothing was covered in scorch marks, and as the officers examined them, they noticed most of the rest of the cell was too. One of the officers began to swing his baton around berating the pleading prisoners and ordering them to quiet down. 

	The commotion ground to a sudden halt as a bright flash of light caught the attention of everyone involved. Looking back to Jotaro, they saw him holding a burning scrap of fabric torn from the cell’s bedsheets. A piercing white flame flicked its way across the strip of cloth, charring it to a black crisp. Upon seeing this, the officers finally processed what all was happening, and one of them began to shout at the top of his lungs.

	“Hey, what the hell’s going on?! How’s he lighting fires in the damn cell? Hey Kujo, you better not have a lighter in there or something!”

	“I told you, there’s this energy inside me, and this is one of the things it does. It’s difficult to control, so I’m trying to study it. Now go away.”

	“Oh no you don’t! If you’re gonna be lighting fires in our cells, we sure as hell aren’t keeping you here. Get your ass outta there right now!”

	“If you’re gonna insist on being so damn stubborn, then let me show you how scary this power of mine can get…”

	As Jotaro stood and began to approach the cell bars, the other inmates hurriedly pressed themselves flat against the walls, trembling in fear. Standing eye to eye with his mother and the two officers, Jotaro took in a deep breath and flexed his right arm in the direction of one of the officers. 

	A dazzling white bolt of what felt like pure heat and light arced along his arm, causing it to appear as though his arm had dislocated itself to bend between the bars and down to the officer’s belt, grabbing his handgun and snapping it from the officer’s safety cord in one swift motion, withdrawing the revolver and his arm back into the cell, his arm looking perfectly healthy, a stark contrast from the dislocation Holly and the officers were positive they’d witnessed.

	Jotaro took the handgun and removed a single bullet from the cylinder of the police revolver, holding it upright to point towards the ceiling. The same white arcs of energy coursed between his fingers and into the round, causing it to fire its payload directly into the concrete slab above him. The sound of the shot caused everyone to jump and yelp in alarm, as Jotaro simply flicked the shell casing to the ground outside the bars, before twirling the revolver in his hand and returning it to the officer handle-first.

	“Now do you believe me?”