Fate has a funny way of sneaking up on the most strong-willed people. Unfortunately, Okuyasu is no different. His whole family has put their fates in their own hands, his brother, an angry shell of a kind and loving sibling who once put bandaids on his knees and played pretend with in the backyard, and his father, a grotesque monster who payed his price for lusting for money at the mere price of his own soul to Lord Dio. Keicho is determined to end his father's life with Okuyasu by his side. But can a certain boy with a bizarre tone and a complicated backstory cut the red string of fate from Okuyasu?

Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy. Jotaro just wanted to take his hand, and drag him in. After all, there really was nothing to be afraid of.