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Giorno looked around, the streets were empty. There were a few parked cars but that’s about it. Nobody was hiding in them. Kars made sure there wasn’t anybody attempting to sneak up on the teen. Though, there wasn’t much of a need to. Apparently, there was a Stand user lurking around at night, Kars and Giorno were giving the mission to find them. There was no description of the person's appearance. Bruno simply told them that people go into a coma if the Stand makes contact with them. Usually, the person doesn't wake up.
Not a single clue of the enemy’s identity was found. It was rather frustrating. The only information they had was places they could possibly be at.
“I think we should go somewhere else,” Giorno said, returning to Kars. “Or perhaps we should wait another day. I don’t think they’re here.”
Sighing, Kars nodded, he already expected to be told this. He allowed the young boy to lead the way back to the base. Foolishly, the Pillar Man let his guard down. He didn’t notice the extra pair of footsteps trailing a few feet behind them. Once he felt the familiar energy of a Stand, he was too late to defend himself. Luckily, he gave Giorno a warning before he became unconscious.
This person’s Stand, Chamber of Reflection, has the ability to send their target into a person’s past, whether it's their own or someone else's. The only way to wake up is to interact with the person’s whose past your in. As long as the interactions are (mostly) positive, they’ll be able to leave their past. It doesn’t affect reality. However, if the interactions often go wrong, the target won’t be able to leave and eventually die.
Well, you can’t die if you’re the ultimate lifeform.
At first, Kars felt a little tired, which quickly escalated to him feeling exhausted. He fell to the ground, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. It was humiliating for him. Giorno has never seen him in such a pathetic state. Soon, his mind became fuzzy and he felt more sleepy. A little nap couldn’t hurt, right? He deserves a break anyway…
Giorno’s shouting eventually became distant, then there was only silence.
Eventually, he woke up, sort of.
Despite it being daytime, everything was so… dull. The colorful graffiti stood out, but that’s about it. Weeds grew in the small patches of grass, cars with dents and scratches were parked in front of the old building, shady people stood near alleyways with hands in their pockets, overall, it wasn’t a good neighborhood. Civilians paid no mind to Kars. They walked by him and didn’t even glance at him. It was better than getting stared at.
The whole place has some kind of depressing atmosphere. All the adults, even children, seemed so unhappy. Kars wondered what went wrong in the neighborhood.
He wandered around, looking for Giorno. He shouldn’t be too hard to find. His golden hair and vibrant pink outfit should make him stand out from the crowd. As Kars was searching for the boy, he accidentally “nudged” a child with his foot. (In other words, he almost kicked a child. To be fair, he is pretty tall, and children are TINY.) Kars looked down, raising an eyebrow as he saw a black-haired boy on the ground. He was so small, Kars barely noticed him.
For some bizarre reason, he felt as if he knew the boy. Kars only knew a few humans and none of them were children. (Well, Narancia sure did act like one.)
He squatted down, tilting his head to get a peak of the child’s face.
Those eyes… they were so familiar….