The night was murky, the cold wind howling.
Not far from the Empire State Building, a procession of protesters approached, chanting a jumble of slogans.
There were men and women in the procession, young and old, Black, white, and Asian.
Some held pitchforks, some held torches, and some held signs.
Even their slogans were different.
Some shouted for the mayor to step down, some shouted long live the Heroes' Monument, and some shouted that they could not live without sugar. There were even people calling for strikes and a ban on overtime. Their demands differed, but all of them expressed their stance through a protest march.
Now, however, they had fallen into an unusual commotion. Those at the front looked toward the rear in confusion, unsure what had happened there.
Suddenly, a figure shooting out of the Empire State Building caught the attention of those at the front.
The figure moved too quickly to make out, clearing the entrance in a few strides before leaping over the steps and landing in front of the crowd.
Only then did they see that it was a tall, muscular man (with the bulging muscles characteristic of a Stand User), covered in blood (his enemies') and with a face full of ferocity (he had just finished beating people up).
The man exuded a terrifying presence. Although it was not directed at them, his sheer ferocity still made the protesters near the front stiffen, afraid to move, as they all speculated about his identity.
A murderer? A terrorist?
Then, without so much as looking at them, the figure rushed toward-a pool of blood nearby?
"Blood?"
Dio frowned at the strange pool of blood a short distance away. His [En] clearly detected a manhole cover beneath it, leading into the sprawling sewer system.
Chrollo had escaped