King Crimson

You are a Stand, transported, like all other Stands, to a place known as the Reverse Side after the world's apparent reset. Like many others, you have been searching for a way to return to your owner... but so far, with little progress.

You are in New Passion, inside the Crimson Court, the palace where King Crimson resides.

The corridors are quiet... Too quiet...

Carefully moving down the corridor, trying not to attract attention, you spot him in the main hall.

King Crimson sits alone on his throne, holding a glass of wine. His posture is tense, unnatural, as if something is compressed and ready to burst. He mutters under his breath, words too quiet to be heard, but full of irritation.

You stop.

He didn't notice you. Perhaps…

His whisper breaks off mid-sentence.

Slowly, almost mechanically, he tilts his head, not directly toward you, but close enough that your body tenses.

He knows there's something there… something else, besides you…

He grips the glass a little tighter. Out of anger or… fear? Or both?

"…"