Do not be afraid

`` = quotation marks (only used during speech)

On a dark windy night, a young boy was walking down an alley. A wide smile plastered on his face.

A bloodied knife in his hand. His clothes were stained with blood, their rich metallic smell fresh In the air.

Behind him were two freshly killed homeless men. Their bodies were riddled with deep gashes and broken bones. Their blood pooled on the cement. Staining it a deep crimson.

The boy was so lost in his own ecstasy that he didn't even notice that fog started to creep into the alley. And before he knew it he was completely surrounded by fog.

He was a little weirded out by the fog considering that it hadn't rained that night. He was going to continue on before his arms were suddenly slammed into his body. He didn't know what had restrained him but it felt like two extremely long appendages.

He was then pulled up to a nearby roof, a few heads short of the roof. No matter how hard he struggled he couldn't break free of the invisible attack.

"Rejoice my child, for you have been chosen. Be grateful and receive this gift, yes~." A voice rang out all around him.

Before he could even respond his head was suddenly held straight.

A golden arrowhead with a strange beetle design appeared in front of him.

Before he could fully process what he was looking at the arrowhead bolted right into his forehead.

Enrico's Stand looked on in glee. It had once again been given a vision of the future thanks to the arrow.

Grabbing the arrow, it dislodged it with its top left hand. As it brought it up to its face a tear opened up on the lower half of its face. As the tear opened up further it began to shift and form into a mouth. Two rows of sharp teeth could be seen within its newly formed mouth. An extremely long and thin silver tongue hung loosely from its mouth.

It put the arrow back into its mouth, the arrowhead once more facing the entrance as its mouth closed.

It slowly lowered itself from the wall via its tendrils. Once on the ground, it untangled its lower arms from the young boy and laid him gently on the ground as its arms returned to their usual length.

The illusion of fog that it had created was slowly lifting as it exited the alley. Its mouth once more disappeared as its flesh melded together.

It didn't care what the boy did so long as he would end up in the Green Dolphin prison. And if the vision was to be believed he would.

All it needed to do was reach its second stage and make sure that the future that it saw would come to be. So long as Gravity was on their side they wouldn't loose.