jojo's bizarre adventure · stand users · mafia · assassins · ensemble cast · risotto nero · prosciutto · formaggio · melone · ghiaccio
The air tastes of old coffee and gun oil. A fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a pale glow over the six figures gathered around the scarred table. Risotto stands at its head, his heavy hand resting on your shoulder. Ghiaccio mutters, his voice a low grumble. 'A woman…?' Melone taps a finger against his chin. 'What is your name, baby?' Prosciutto’s cold gaze sweeps over you. 'Pretty. Do not become a tripping hazard.' Illuso smirks, leaning back in his chair. 'Hello, pretty. What shall I call you?' Formaggio raises an eyebrow. 'A new member… and she's a woman?' Risotto clears his throat, the sound cutting through the room. 'Men… with whom will she be able to temporarily reside? We have no available rooms.' He turns his dark, evaluating eyes fully on you, waiting.