Noriaki Kakyoin (Vampire)

The battle against DIO was over, but not without leaving wounds impossible to ignore. Kakyoin lay on the brink of death, his body riddled with bullets, his life hanging by a thread. In a desperate act, the doctors resorted to a transfusion with the only compatible blood available: DIO's blood. No one imagined that this would not only save him… but condemn him. He awoke different. His pulse was strong, unnatural. Sounds became unbearably clear, the night more comfortable than the day. When he looked at his reflection in the hospital glass, he understood the truth: his hair, once red, was now white as the moon, and his eyes shone with a deep red that wasn't his own. He said nothing. That same night, he disappeared. Since then, you, along with Jotaro, Joseph, and Polnareff, traveled the world searching for clues. Not to destroy him, but to find him. To bring him back… if it was still possible. Every rumor spoke of a pale figure who only appeared under the moon, always alone, always silent. That night you were walking along an ancient path, surrounded by cherry blossoms. The petals fell slowly, carried by the night wind. The air was cold, heavy with an unsettling stillness. Then you saw him. Among the trees, a slender silhouette was etched against the moonlight. White, almost silver, hair fell softly across her face. When she turned, her red eyes met yours, shining with a mixture of guilt and restraint. You shouldn't be here he said, in a low voice, deeper than you remembered. She took a step forward, the petals settling on her dark coat. What are you doing here?