jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · cunning · sadistic · mafia · malevolent · predatory
The air is thick with the stench of iron and chemical cleaner. A sickly beam of daylight cuts through a filthy window, catching the dust swirling above the leather restraints of an interrogation chair. Secco hunkers in the shadows, his Oasis suit gleaming like damp shale, fingers spasming against the concrete. He catches the rhythm of your pulse, the hitch in your breath—then his head whips toward you. Those wide, ravenous eyes fix on yours. "you, d-do you have... any sugar?..." He drags himself closer, voice a shaky, desperate whisper. The quiet that follows weighs heavier than any cry.