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// Enter Kira Yoshikage 
// Story: KONO DIO DA: DIO is Unbreakable 
// by DIO Brando 
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There is a street in Morioh Cho where ghosts tread. On that street, you must never turn around or a powerful and unrelenting force will drag you into a place of torment that is unknown.





"I believe your name was Reimi Sugimoto. . .What the hell have you been doing here for fifteen years?!" A grown man wearing a suit with a strange tie grabbed the young girl by the shoulder roughly. His face was bleeding and torn, his hair white and striped black. He was a normal man, or so most thought. A murderer, who killed to satisfy his lusts. He leaned forward, nearly turning before he stopped.

"Wait. . ."

He looked forward, thinking aloud.

"Why would you go through the trouble of showing me the wound on your back and telling me who you are?"

He turned to her.

"This wouldn't be the place where you're not supposed to turn around, would it?"

Her expression changed, she quivered as she realized she was found out so quickly.

"My father told me that there was a road in this town where the spirits of the dead walk," he continued, "and if you were to find yourself there, you must not turn around. If you were to turn around, an uncontrollable power would drag you off somewhere. You weren't showing me the wound on your back so I'd end up in front of you, forcing me to turn around, were you?"

He grabbed her chin.

"You weren't trying to trick me, were you?"

As she squeaked in pain and discomfort, he turned her neck slowly, easily overpowering her.

"Let's have you turn around, hm?" His face suddenly changed to the one he used to wear, his hair blonde and his eyes blue, "I'd like to see what would happen." 

After meeting some resistance, he continued. 

"Come on! Turn around! You will turn around!"

"Did you really think that I didn't expect you to try to do this to me?" she said softly. He grunted in surprise, but remained calm, knowing he was more powerful. "We've been waiting fifteen years for you to come here. . ."

The dripping of viscous liquid was heard as the man in the suit muttered out a single word.

"We?"

Suddenly, a red-eyed dog jumped out, taking hold of his arm with it's teeth and tearing off his hand.

"Arnold!" the girl shouted as the man fell backwards onto the ground, turning and shouting as he felt the intense pain. He let out a gasp as he looked into a void, endless arms with hands reaching for him to drag him to what he could only imagine was Hell.

"What?!" He shouted, as the hands began to grab him and tear him away from reality as he knew it. 

"Now, let's have you punished, Yoshikage Kira," the girl said grimly.

"What? What are these things?!" Kira said, terrified as he stared into his impending doom. "Killer Queen! Make these things explode!"

His Stand, Killer Queen, emerged, being grabbed as well and torn to pieces, simultaneously tearing him to pieces as he continued to live through the pain.

"Ahh. . .AHHH. . .I-I. . ." He said, watching his dismemberment. "Wh-where are they going to take me?" 

"Who knows?" The girl said softly once more. "But, I'm sure it's somewhere you won't be able to rest in peace."

"HURRAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!" he shouted, falling into oblivion as the hands disappeared.

Arnold sat beside Reimi, looking forward into the distance.

"Well now that that's over, want to play fetch now, Arnold?" 

The dog barked happily, wagging it's tail. Reimi picked up a stick and tossed it. Arnold ran after the stick, catching it perfectly.

"Good boy! Now, come back and give it to me!" Reimi said. Arnold turned around, dropping the stick as a shit ton of hands flew at him again.

Reimi's eyes widened.

"Wait no fu—!"