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This wasn’t normal.
Giorno stared hungrily at that cut, that trickle of blood. It had been like this for the past few days; all the food he tasted felt like ash in his mouth, he’d stare hungrily at blood. His eyes were showing a red hue instead of blue, well, they weren’t completely red, they were just… different from what he was used to seeing.
Averting his eyes from the wound, he headed back to his room. It was early morning then, and he was suffering from a migraine. If not for the curtains being drawn, that migraine would turn into a splitting headache.
No. There was no way he could turn into one of those creatures.
Giorno undresses himself and looks through the mirror. His eyes…
Instead of the usual blue, a pair of red ones stare back.
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“Oi, what did you do?”
It was the voice of Terence D’arby. Currently, he was knocking outside the room of none other than Kujo Jotaro.
“What did I do? Be more specific, there’s a lot of things I’ve done.”
“Sir Giovanna is shaking in his room in a bathgown. He looks petrified. You did something, and I know it!”
Jotaro looked intrigued and exasperated. Usually, “Sir Giovanna” was calm and composed.
That definitely wasn’t the case today.
“I don’t interact with the boy much. I have no interest in him anyway, so to harm him would be pointless. Why’s he shaking anyway? Is Daddy Dearest not giving him enough attention?”
Terence shook his head and sighed. “Well, whatever it is, you better see what’s going on. And don’t disrespect Lord Dio’s name like that!”
“Suit yourself.”
Jotaro steps into Giorno’s room. There is a mahogany table with a chair made of the finest acacia, and a gleaming box made of gold. But all these didn’t matter, he had to attend to this matter.
“What’s the problem?”
Giorno stares right back at him with a petrified look.