"My name is Johnson Joffrey, I'm 14 years old, and I'm a student."
"I live in the Andali community and attend Andali Public Junior High School. I go to school at eight every morning and leave at five in the afternoon."
"I study diligently, never smoke, drink, or indulge in anime, and only dabble in games. I go to bed at ten every night, ensuring I get 8 hours of sleep."
"Before sleeping, I always read a book for a while and drink a cup of warm milk. I fall asleep immediately once in bed and sleep soundly until morning, never carrying fatigue or stress over to the next day."
Johnson Joffrey recited this as if it were a scripture, the rustling rain outside the cafe making his voice seem exceptionally calm.
A thick layer of foam covered the coffee, swirling warmly and quietly, forming a stark contrast to the continuously falling, splashing raindrops outside.
He lifted his red eyes to look at the burly man in the white military cap in front of him. The strong man's sea-blue eyes were clear as the sky, and his expressionless face was a little intimidating.
But Johnson Joffrey wasn't scared; he knew him well.
"Everyone says I'm very ordinary," Johnson concluded with a sigh of relief.
"What do you think?" Johnson asked, "Mr. Jotaro?"
Kujo Jotaro looked at Johnson's red eyes, which held a different light from that man, yet his slightly upturned eye corners and golden curly hair were exactly like that guy's when he was young.
He lowered his head and glanced at the material on the coffee table, a boy's entire life laid bare.
"DIO, that name," Jotaro finally spoke, his tone flat, showing no anger, "It seems your mother has already told you about him."
"My mother never hid it from me," Johnson said, a timely look of sadness in his eyes. "She was the youngest daughter of a local wealthy man. During a trip, she was captured by DIO's subordinates."
Johnson clenched his fist, his heroic eyebrows furrowing, his angry fist almost striking the innocent coffee table.
"That guy…" he gritted his teeth.
"He's trash," Jotaro reached out and slightly pulled down the brim of his cap, hiding his own similar anger.
"My mother often has nightmares, unable to sleep peacefully at night, and was once admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment."
The air was silent for a while. Jotaro was a complete tough guy; even facing this young boy, he couldn't offer words of comfort. He could only say, "Your mother was very lucky to escape DIO's clutches."
"Indeed," Johnson Joffrey didn't stay angry for too long, nodding. "Thank you, Mr. Jotaro."
"You killing him, it's no exaggeration to say, saved the world."
Kujo Jotaro's sea-blue eyes revealed his composure.
"As his descendant, I feel ashamed," Johnson Joffreysaid resentfully, his red eyes showing not DIO's ambition, but sorrow.
"No, you still have your mother's lucky blood flowing within you," Jotaro said.
"Please come to my home; my mother and I must thank you properly."
"That's enough, it's too much trouble."
The young man invited him again, but Jotaroresponded with silence, so he cleverly closed his mouth.
"You came to see me today to find out if, as his child, I have the potential to become a bad person, didn't you?"
"Yes," Jotaro said frankly, "It's necessary."
"I know, thank you. You are responsible and cautious for doing so."
More than ten minutes later, the two were silent. Johnson also realized that Jotaro didn't like people who talked incessantly, so he too fell silent. In the end, he even had to prompt Jotaro to say something, "DIO is someone who enrages me. He is a…"
"Devil."
"Hmm?"
Jotaro looked at Johnson, whose red eyes were bright and full of spirit, and spoke first. He had originally wanted to say 'bastard,' but Johnson had given him an even more severe appellation.
However, what he said was indeed true; DIO was a devil.
"Can you see it?" Jotaro asked abruptly, slightly raising his chin to indicate the transparent air behind him. A waiter walked past him.
Johnson tilted his head, saying somewhat strangely, "Mr. Waiter…?"
Jotaro, the man with the invincible title, subtly raised an eyebrow, his deep sea-blue pupils scrutinizing Johnson imperceptibly.
His Stand, Star Platinum, cooperated with its Stand User, extending a hand and waving it in front of Johnson's eyes. However, the other party showed no reaction; his red eyes reflected Jotaro's face, looking past Star Platinum.
It was confirmed without a doubt: this young man was not a Stand User.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Johnsonstood up, bowing to Jotaro in accordance with the Japanese etiquette of Jotaro and his mother, even though he seemed to be an American boy.
Jotaro nodded.
"Thank you for giving a devil's child a chance to live in the human world."
With that, he turned and left, quickly disappearing into the bustling coffee shop. He was wearing jeans, which every American boy would wear, and a baseball jacket popular in the nineties, appearing intelligent and calm.
Jotaro frowned slightly. Just then, a waiter came over and told him he had a phone call.
—"How's that bastard son of DIO?" The familiar voice of an old friend from far away in Europe, distorted by the metallic phone line, reached his ears.
"Very… ordinary."
"Hmm?" Polnareff caught the hesitation in his tone.
"How should I put it…" Jotaro, uncharacteristically, didn't know how to begin. The sense of calm the young man gave him was extraordinary; for an American high school student, he was excessively ordinary.
His gaze unexpectedly fell outside the coffee shop's floor-to-ceiling window. The young man, with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder, wearing the shoes popular with boys at the time, was holding an umbrella for a Black beggar.
"That's enough." As if seeing through something, his icy, questioning eyes melted away, and his attitude changed. His tone became firm as he said, "He really is an ordinary little boy, not even a Stand User."
"That's good. I might not be able to contact you for a while," Polnareff said.
"What's wrong?"
"There might be some trouble with the Italy mafia."
"Is it a Stand User?"
"I don't know, but do you think anything could stop me, Polnareff?"
"Alright, I was planning to go to Morioh anyway to deal with the old man's mess."
Johnson's red eyes held a hint of unease as he subtly glanced back at Kujo Jotaro, who was on the phone by the service counter, then looked down at the Black beggar.
Hearing a familiar voice behind his head, he tossed the white umbrella to the beggar.
"God bless you," the beggar whispered, looking at his eyes with fear.
Johnson looked down at the beggar, who saw a hint of coldness and darkness in those red eyes, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Johnson again.
Johnson blinked innocently, having scared someone else again, but he was used to it.
While Jotaro was on the phone, Johnson darted into the rain, splashing beautiful water, and completely disappeared from Jotaro's sight.
Jotaro could only see a ragged Black beggar holding a beautiful white umbrella.
After getting far away from the coffee shop, Johnsonfinally breathed a sigh of relief.
The familiar, cold voice of the system in his mind said, "A perfect villain must be a true actor — congratulations, Host, on successfully disguising yourself and dispelling Kujo Jotaro's suspicions. Achievement progress: forty percent."
"Completed achievement: Perfect Villain, Infinite Charm."
Johnson stood in the rain, looking up at the gray sky, which seemed to be raining blades of ice.
His red eyes scanned his surroundings, and an aura of a villainous king made passersby clear a path for him.