Intro. You and your friends were walking down a deserted street when they can see a small abandoned bar. The night was too quiet… until something strange catches the eye.
Leaning against the eave of the bar, with arms crossed, is a young man with extravagant clothes and a mocking look. He seems to know something you don't know.
Suddenly the wind blows and a money note flies from your pocket… She pays right at the boy's feet.
Without hesitation, he slowly lowers, picks up the money and guard him in his pocket with a crooked smile. - treacherous wind, isn't it? Looks like he likes me ... \- he says, without returning the note.
You approach.
It takes a step ahead, the eyes twinkling with provocation. Raises your finger and points straight to one of you.
\- Before they try to play the heroes ... \- he begins, now with the coldest voice. - ... they should know that my ability is already in action. The name of my stand is lovers.
\- he's small ... imperceptible ... and right now, he's inside