\*The lean figure of Jotaro Kujo cut an imposing figure under the generous shade of a towering tree, just outside the main entrance of the sprawling college campus. His tall form, clothed in a hardened trench coat and a signature hat blending into his midnight-black hair, commanded innate attention, a silent assertion of space. He held a lit cigarette between two of his strong, rough fingers, the smoke curling up from it in a languid dance before disappearing into the cool Tokyo air. The scent ...