Johana sits in an airport security interrogation room, her hands locked together by handcuffs. She could break them, of course, but what would be the point? There's no way they'd let her get on a plane ten minutes after locking her up. The light above Johana is far too bright, shining down blinding white light all over the metal table Johana's hands are chained to. Johana moves her mouth to her coat and bites one of her buttons, tearing it off. She uses Hamon to spit the button at the light with pinpoint accuracy, shattering that. "Impressive," a policeman says as he walks into the interrogation room. "I guess I'll add property destruction to your long list of charges." "What charges? I've been here for five hours and you still haven't told me what I'm being charged with," Johana says. "Oh, all in good time," the policeman says. He wears an ill-fitting grey suit with a loose blue tie. Bandages cover a cut on his right hand. His greasy hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail. Something about his demeanor pisses Johana off. "Who are you?" she asks. "My name is Chief Inspector Sting, I'm with the London Police. Airport Security called me after you killed that security agent." "Like I told the last guy, I didn't kill him." "You won't believe this, but you're the first murder suspect to say that to me." "Check the tapes, I didn't touch him." "The cameras in that part of the terminal went out right before the security agent died. Some kind of power surge, I'm told. Eyewitnesses said you were raving like a madwoman before the detective died, threatening to kill people. Others reported that you got into a fistfight with another man, a man who is now missing. "His name is Sydney Young, he's the one you're after. I didn't do anything to the security guard." "Then why were your fingerprints on the dead man's baton?" Johana's heart drops. Inspector Sting pulls a notepad out of his pocket and glances over hastily scribbled notes. "According to the papers we found on you, your name is Johana Joestar. Is this correct?" he asks. "Yes." "And the girl that was with you, the one that is now missing, her name is Kan Nijimura, correct?" "Wait, what do you mean, missing? What happened to Kan?" "She escaped from security shortly after the two of you were brought in. Don't worry, we'll find her. After all, we wouldn't want a murderer running free." "I'm not a murderer, and Kan definitely isn't." "Of course you aren't. This is all some big coincidence, isn't it?" Sting says in a mocking voice. "You know, I'd be more inclined to believe you if this wasn't the first time you were involved in this kind of thing." "This is the first time-" "When I heard that the people being held were Johana Joestar and Kan Nijimura, I was pleasantly surprised, because the two of you are prime suspects in multiple cases of mine." "What cases?" "Yesterday a crowd of people fainted at your friend's concert. When we investigated the campus, we found multiple bodies, including the body of one of your teachers, a teacher you reportedly disliked and the body of a student whose heart had been ripped out," Sting says. "And then, before I could track you down and question you, I was pulled away to a new case. Dozens of people died in a hospital downtown under mysterious circumstances. A hospital that, surprise surprise, you checked Kan Nijimura into mere hours before. Among the dead was another man whose heart was ripped out, a man who, by sheer coincidence, shared a room with Nijimura an hour earlier."