Justice

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After another encounter with an enemy Stand, on the road, of all places, and having to get a change in vehicles, the group of six had finally come to a stop in a small town, covered in fog.

"This is a nice little town," Joseph said. "Sure, it's a bit foggy, but that's alright."

"I'm not so sure," you replied. "I always get really bad feelings in foggy towns like these."

"You're just paranoid," Polnareff consoled you. "I'm sure this is a perfectly safe place!"

"Yeah..." last time you were paranoid like this, everything turned out to be all right, with Fredrick becoming your friend, too. "I wonder how he's doing at the art contest," you accidentally said your thoughts out loud.

"Hm?" Polnareff asked.

"Oh, nothing," you quickly covered up. "I just think out loud sometimes without realizing it."

Polnareff nodded, and left it at that. "Anyway, we need to find a hotel to stay at."

"I'll ask the man over there," Avdol said. As soon as he approached the man, he started talking in a language you weren't familiar with. Probably the main language in Pakistan. Even though you weren't the one talking to him, that guy really creeped you out. Not in the way that the people from Calcutta did, no, but the way he just stood there, and did almost nothing. The most he'd done so far was flip his sign from open to closed. Something just felt... off about him. In fact, when Avdol was done asking his question, the man answered very quickly and briefly, then turned around and went inside.

"He said he didn't know," Avdol reported back to the group. You turned back to look at him, and could've sworn you saw beetles crawling around on the back of his neck. You shivered a bit in disgust, then went back to the conversation with the others.

"Maybe we should ask someone else," Joseph suggested. "After all, that man seemed kind of rude."

"Guys, I really think there's something else going on," you shuddered, trying to hide the terror in your voice.

"I'm sure it's just because of the fog," Joseph tried to comfort you. "Maybe this town is just weirder than the others we've been to."

"I'll go ask that man over there about a hotel," Avdol said. He walked over and started speaking a foreign language again. This time, however, when he tried asking again, and even nudged the guy, he came running back. "That man is dead!" he exclaimed. In an instant, everyone ran to the scene.

"W-why did he die with so much fear on his face?" Polnareff stuttered.

"Look!" Kakyoin pointed out. "He was holding a gun!"

"And look," Joseph added, "it's still smoking!"

"Why is everybody else just turning a blind eye?" you asked.

"I'll go ask that woman over there to call the police," Kakyoin said as he frantically ran within her hearing range.

"Now do you believe me?" you asked the group. "Now do you believe that there's more to this town than it being quiet?"

"Perhaps she's right," Avdol nodded. "This is really strange."

Kakyoin returned to the group. "I asked her to call the police, but I doubt she really will. There's something going on we don't know about."

"That's what I've been trying to say this whole time!"

"Good grief, (Y/N)," Jotaro grumbled. "Nobody's disbelieved you."

"Look at his neck!" Joseph said, beckoning the three of you to come closer. "It's a large hole, the size of a 10 yen coin!"

"That's... not natural." Each and every time someone found something new, it made you want to vomit even more. "There's no blood pouring out."

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