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[color=0054a6][b][h1] [center] Lorenzo  Cifaretto [/center][/h1][/b][/color]

Lorenzo was busy looking through some occult books, not noticing a woman who was also looking in the occult aisle. He was immersed in trying to find the origin of a mask or an arrow. He was having a hard time finding what he was looking for. His concentration was broken when a voice spoke to him. Turning his attention towards a man speaking to him. Lorenzo was not sure why a pretty boy was talking to him. He just assumed the guy was trying to make small talk with him. 

“[color=0054a6]Eh, thanks man. I was going for a more Marlon Brando from The Wild One's vibe.[/color]” He was not sure if this guy was trying to hit on him on not. But he didn’t want to be an asshole and act rude toward the guy. “[color=0054a6]Nah I never thought about acting. I don’t think I’d be very good at it. I mostly just play in a band.[/color]” Lorenzo was really not sure what this guy’s deal was, but he kept smiling and nodding his head. 

“[color=0054a6]Thanks. Your right we just gotta stay strong and soldier on.[/color]” He said as the strange woman put a book away before leaving the store. Lorenzo touched the same book and opened it trying to continue his search, but he was met but a black figure on a motorcycle suddenly appearing out of a book. Hitting Lorenzo in the chin and knocking him on the back. A strong gust of wind filled the store, freezing most of the books in the aisle. 

“[color=0054a6]Fuck, it’s an [b][ENEMY STAND][/b].[/color]“ He thought before quickly getting back up onto his feet. Wiping some blood running down his nose. He was now in fight or flight mode, he stuffed a couple of books into his backpack starting to walk backwards. Lorenzo’s suspicion turned towards the pretty boy that had spoken to him. But he thought quickly and tried to escape. Summoning his stand and making a zipper on the bookshelf behind him. 

“[color=0054a6]STICKY FINGER.[/color]” He opened the zipper and jumped through, zipping it behind him. The motorcycle stand revving up its engine before going through the front window. 

“Ey, what the fuck is going on over there?” The store owner ran over carrying a baseball bat to where the two men were. Not noticing the stand and only seeing the other male standing in the mess.

Lorenzo meanwhile was in the alleyway and was starting to run out and down the street. Noticing the motorcycle stand starting to come after him. “[color=0054a6]Shit, the stand user must be around here.[/color]” He thought now frantically searching for the enemy. 

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Jotaro watched as the autopsy continued, making note of any injuries that were found on the body.  The two forensic officers noted more injured that had occurred before the victim was killed. Jotaro made some mental notes of these injuries before speaking. “[color=2e3192]This type of injury here could only be done if the killer was above the victim on a high degree angle.[/color]” He pointed toward a wound on the right side of the victim with a pencil. This particular injury only made it clear the culprit was a stand user. “[color=2e3192]The killer could not have disabled the movement of the victim unless they had some sort of bladed weapon on them. But from such an angle that kind of throw would be quite impossible.[/color]” Jotaro placed the pencil on the table beside the slab.  Infusing a little bit of his Hamon into it. 

“Indeed, the killer would have had to be above the victim. Probably standing on one of the fire exits when he somehow disabled the victim. And also if the killer was a pro baseball player or someone with a good throwing arm.” The forensic officer suggested a possible method of attack from the killer. 

“[color=2e3192]It still does not explain how half of her body is missing. Unless the killer had a real working lightsaber. The wounds look cauterized as the injuries were being made. The only possibility I could think would make such a wound would be a superheated blade, but the blade would cool quite easily outside.[/color]” Jotaro’s train of thought was interrupted by the sense there were more people in the room. 

The large man stopped for a moment before looking around the room for any sign of an intruder. Jotaro didn’t want the enemy to know he knew they were in the room. So while the autopsy was going on, Jotaro would walk around the room speaking to the forensic officers while touching various objects. If one of the intruders touched the objects, then they would be hit with a powerful amount of Hamon. Doing so in a casual manner, making it look like he was supposed to be touching such objects. 

“[color=2e3192]Perhaps the killer had brought tools with him while murdering the victim, A blowtorch could be possible.[/color]” Jotaro suggest to which one of the officers nodded. 

“Maybe, but that still doesn’t account for how the killer disabled the victim's movement. Again unless the killer had an ultra-heated blade. The killer must’ve been playing with the victim before killing them.” The second officer spoke up before looking over at the first. “Hi, where did my scalpel go?”  The first officer struggled but Jotaro looked quite alert. 

He didn’t want to scare the officers, nor wanting to let the killer’s accomplices leave the room. And having the other officers hurt was something he didn’t want. “[color=2e3192]Perhaps you had left it in the supply office? Or it is underneath one of these machines?[/color]” 

The second officer nodded now looking around the room for the scalpel, “I might have dropped it on the floor somewhere.” The short man was now looking around the machines surrounding the room.  The first officer continued the autopsy.