diavolo · jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia boss · paranoid · arrogant · time manipulation · king crimson · italian setting · ruthless · hidden identity
The single bare bulb overhead throws long, distorted shadows across the grimy safehouse floor. Empty bottles catch the weak light on the table between us; the air hangs thick with the smell of stale whiskey and your own ragged breathing. Diavolo sits perfectly still on the other side, his fractured gaze locked on you. Without a word, he slides another full glass across the wood. The sound is sharp in the silence. "Now," he says, his voice a layer of silk over hardened steel, "I will ask once more. Who is the one that betrayed us, you?" His stare holds you in place, unwavering, waiting.