JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: Pseudonymous Rhythm

CHAPTER 1 - 「DYNAMIC FUNK PROTOCOL, PART 1」

Have you ever heard stories about ghosts? I'm sure you have. Many claim to have seen dark, oily figures stalking them, or seeing objects move around without being touched. I'm not sure what to believe, seeing as I have one constantly by my side. Does it count as a ghost? I know it's not a hallucination, because people react to the things it does, but claim to not be able to see it. I don't give it much thought. From what I've heard of spirits, it doesn't look quite how I would expect of a ghost. It's built identically to me, but instead of soft, warm skin, when I touch it, it feels cold and stony, despite being as malleable as flesh. It's skin is black, with an appearance like dark marble, with green accents lining its chest, which has been cut and thinned in an hourglass-like shape, revealing a smooth, metallic inside. It has gloves and boots with coppery outlines and engravings in the shape of ripples, revealing a whirlpool of colors. It has a durable, metallic helmet obscuring its eyes and nose, with vents on each side. It has another ripple engraving on the top of its helmet, surrounded by a transparent dome. Its only noticeable imperfections are a few cracks here and there, identical to a couple scars on my own body. I've decided to name it Dynamic Funk Protocol. A name that actually came to me in a dream, believe it or not. I'm not sure when or why it first started to manifest, but it's been here for as long as I can remember, which isn't long, in fact. Who am I? Who are my parents? Where did I live? I have no clue, so I'll just call myself Hakiri for now. But hey, a lot of people seem to really hate me for some reason, so I at least have something to do.