"Granny Erina told me about it."
Joseph followed Charlotte into the ruined interior, holding his gun like a bat now. He had enough knowledge about these vampires. He's heard about the tales of his grandfather and his struggle, and that was enough to know what those things could do. Surviving a barrage of bullets was one of them. But that hardly mattered to the young Joestar. What the man by the name of Straizo did was an unforgivable act. A simple, swift strike won't do for him. He gritted his teeth with anger.

As the two walked in, a figure rose in the dark. Squashed bullets fell off to the ground, clanging against the tiles. The only damage the vampire seemed to have received were countless holes on his coat.