Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan was in northwest London, in the poorest, lowest streets, searching for a cure for his father. He walked through the night, the snow, and the darkness, until he felt a knife against his neck, behind him. "I'm not looking for trouble, I'm just trying to help my father," he said nobly, and with a swift movement, he took your arm, gently but firmly. He frowned when he saw you were a woman. "You're just a... maid. I'm so sorry! Holding you like this isn't gentlemanly." He said, deeply ashamed, quickly releasing you .