"Mr. Jotaro, do you believe in parallel universes?"
Dawn smiled casually. He didn't feel burdened by the suspicion; if anything, he was completely at ease.
Jotaro's pupils contracted. He picked up his teacup and took a sip without immediately replying, instead mulling it over in silence.
"Stand abilities are all kinds of strange. Parallel universes..."
Seeing Jotaro lost in thought, Dawn set down his teacup and snapped his fingers. A flash of light appeared outside the restaurant, and the figure of a burly man in black materialized.
With a cigarette in his mouth, the black-clad man looked around, adjusted his hat, and darted into the restaurant.
"Good grief~ You'll die if you get too much sun... You bastard."
Black-clad Jotaro sat down without hesitation. He glanced at Bucciarati, sniffed, and a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
"What a strange smell. You don't look like a zombie. Weird..."
Black-clad Jotaro didn't dwell on it. He looked at the stunned Jotaro, his gaze discreetly sweeping over his lower body with a hint of curiosity.
"Hey, watch where you're looking."
Jotaro frowned. What was this guy's deal? That look just now had been downright rude.
"Sorry~ I thought you were like me."
Black-clad Jotaro pulled a fierce grin and took out a photograph, handling it like a precious treasure as he showed it to everyone.
In the photo, a lively, pretty young woman had one hand wrapped around the ear of an office worker, her face lit up with a cheerful smile.
"Is this... Jolyne?"
Jotaro's eyes brightened. He took the photo and studied it. The girl looked a lot like an older Jolyne Cujoh.
"So, what about your daughter?"
Black-clad Jotaro folded his arms and crossed his legs, looking at Jotaro with idle curiosity.
"I... didn't have time to spend