High above, a massive falcon soared on beating wings, its sharp gaze sweeping the area from time to time as it searched for potential enemies.
On the street below, a taxi drove at a steady speed. Dawn sat in the passenger seat smoking, while Pucci sat in the back, drenched in sweat and panting.
"How are you, Pucci? Has your body still not adjusted?"
Dawn asked casually. Pucci rested his chin on one hand and shook his head slightly. The side effects of fusing with the Green Baby had left him feeling extremely weak.
The moving taxi suddenly stalled. It coasted for a short distance, then gradually came to a stop.
"That's strange. There's still gas..."
The taxi driver scratched the back of his head in puzzlement. After failing to start the car, he turned to Dawn and spoke apologetically.
"Hey, buddy, just pay half the fare. Sorry about that."
Dawn didn't make an issue of it. He leaned over, took some bills from Pucci's waist pouch, and handed them to the driver. Then the two of them got out.
"Dawn, something's wrong. All around us... there are threes everywhere. They seem to carry some special significance."
Pucci warily surveyed the surroundings and glanced at a road sign. Feeling a little oppressed, he immediately warned Dawn.
"We're still three miles from our destination. Why is it three? What does all this mean?"
Dawn waved a hand, unconcerned.
If nothing unexpected happened, the three children of Dio—men fate had arranged for Pucci to use—were about to make their entrance.
Sure enough, as the two passed a hospital, three severely injured patients were brought in at the same time: a biker, a robber, and a junkie.
All three were Dio's children, though none had awakened their Stands yet, and their lives were