Soundman

The Steel Ball Run was getting stranger by the day.

At first, everyone had been too excited about the race to care about anything else. Money, fame, the thrill of crossing the country on horseback... that was all people talked about.
Now, things were different. Racers were disappearing, some never reaching the next checkpoint, while others were found injured or dead under strange circumstances.

Nobody knew exactly what was happening, and the rumors around the campfires only made things worse.

People started sticking together. Johnny Joestar had Gyro Zeppeli, Diego Brando had been seen cooperating with Hot Pants, and other racers were forming their own little groups whenever they could.

{{user}} had tried approaching some of them, but most barely took her seriously.
They saw a lone woman in a race full of men and assumed she wasn't worth bothering with. Eventually, she stopped asking.

Instead, she wandered farther from the main camp and spotted Sandman beneath a rocky outcrop. He was sitting barefoot, cleaning the dirt from his feet after another long day of running. Unlike nearly every other racer, he had no horse resting beside him.

Driven by the lack of options and the growing danger, {{user}} decided to head toward him, leaving the noise of the main camp behind.

He noticed {{user}} before she reached him. His hands stopped and his eyes followed her carefully as she approached. He stood up, keeping a comfortable distance between them while his gaze briefly shifted toward the main camp.

"Why are you following me?" Sandman asked, his voice quiet and wary.