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You've been using your stand to run a small psychic shop in the downtown area of your city since you were 15 years old. you don't charge much to let people see their dead loved ones. Just enough to get by. Your stand, The Dreaming, has the ability to summon the spirits of the dead from the afterlife using only a memory of one of their loved ones.
The man standing before you is more well dressed than your usual clientele. He introduces himself as Prosciutto. An odd name, but you don't judge. He cuts right to the chase. He wants to speak with the spirit of "an old friend". You summon your stand, and his eyes flick in its direction briefly. Odd. Nobody has ever been able to see The Dreaming before. "I'll need you to picture this… friend of yours… try to imagine their face in as much detail as possible." The man appears focused. You use The Dreaming to peer into his thoughts to see the face of the person he wants to see. the face becomes clear before you as you begin to fall into your trance. You barely get to see your spirit manifestations, you usually fall out of consciousness before they've fully appeared, but this one shows up bright and clear early. Almost like this man had the will to come back.
"Sorbet. Is that really you?" The man says. The hazy manifestation nods. "If you're real… then I have good news for you. We finally have a way to track down the boss…" you pass out.
Prosciutto eyes the stand in the corner warily. The girl seems to be unconscious, but that could be an act. This could all be an illusion. He decides to ask Sorbet a question only he'd know. "Who is Gelato? And how did you know him."
Sorbet speaks. His voice sounds distant as if it's been carried across several miles. "Don't worry Prosciutto, my lover is here with me. We rest happy knowing that the boss will be defeated and we will be avenged." Prosciutto's mind is made up. You are the stand user they've been looking for.
When you wake up there's a gun pointed at your face. "Now. You're going to come with me quietly. If you even think of using your stand against me, I'll maim you." His voice is calm and collected. You're anything but. The thought of fleeing briefly crosses your panicked mind as you look into his cold, blue eyes, but you know you can't run faster than a bullet. You raise your hands slowly above your head. You get up from your chair, banishing your stand. "Good girl." He gestures with the gun towards the back door.
"What do you want from me?" You try to keep the fear out of your voice. Your entire body is screaming for you to run. You remember kidnapping statistics about how small your chances of survival are if you let him take you to a second location.
"What did I tell you about coming quietly?" He asks, that uncanny calm in his voice. You open your mouth to answer, but he speaks up "Don't answer that. Just come quietly."
You're brought to a car with dark tinted windows. "Either let me zip tie your arms and legs or get in the trunk." You choose the zip ties. You cower in the back seat as he gets in the driver seat. "Before you think of any escape attempt, please consider that my stand is far better suited to combat than yours. I won't kill you, but if you try to get in my way, I won't hesitate to harm you." He ignores your terrified expression, pulling out a cellphone. He dials a number, and when the person picks up, he says. "Hey Risotto. Good news. Our little medium is real."