Immediately, a fist appears out of nowhere and collides with Moya’s cheek, knocking her and splashing into the water. She feels the cold, stinging sensation of the oil splattering across her own face. The punch rattles Moya’s brain, and it takes a moment for her to collect her thoughts and even comprehend what has happened. “That’s impossible!” she thinks, “her Stand does NOT have have that much power! If it did, she would have used it already!”



Her confusion only deepens when she looks up at her attacker, and sees her own Stand hovering over her, locked in the position of throwing the punch. WITCH MOUNTAIN stares down at its user, it’s mouth hanging open, appearing shocked itself.

“It wasn’t easy,” says Shizuka’s voice, popping up from behind. “But I think that might be the coolest thing I’ve ever done.” Moya sits up enraged, to see her observing the spectacle. “Getting you to attack yourself with your own Stand, I mean. It’s all thanks to those magician tricks Dad taught me.”

She points to the invisible figure, water endlessly streaming off it, like a projection caught in a loop. “Smoke,” Shizuka proclaims as Moya looks on in confusion, “And mirrors.”

“What the hell…?” Moya says as the invisible figure phases into another form: her form, lying on the floor, perfectly mirroring her.

“Sight is light!” Shizuka declares, standing over her triumphantly, “All sight is is your brain interpreting light particles that reflect into your eyes. All you attacked was a mirror of light, that reversed your perception. Your brain was confused, and your attack was redirected back onto you!!”

Shizuka clicks her fingers, loudly. “I told you you’d wanna escape before long,” she says, just as the dark oil of Moya’s face trickles into her eyes.

Instantly, Moya’s eyes turn black and seep black fluid as Kilo’s did. But this is different. From the corners of her eyes, black veins emerge and spread all over. Her back arches and she screams as black fluid spurts in a wild arc from her eyes, thrashing in the water.

Shizuka is taken aback by this reaction, backing away in surprise. “What is this?! Her reaction is so much worse than Kilo’s! She said her Stand acted on the guilt in people’s hearts. If that’s the case, what kind of guilt is she carrying?!!”

Moya howls, inarticulate, doubling over and gripping her sides in agony. Fragmented words escape her lips. “Francesca… Manuel… undercover… Chief… Boss… murder… killer… drug… Phantasma… protect and serve… gangster… Phantasma… Phantasma… unforgivable… Unforgivable… UNFORGIVABLE!!!”

Madly, breathing heavily, Moya begins clawing at her face. Blood spatters on Shizuka’s face and stains the water red. The blood run in rivulets, and she gnashes her teeth like a wild horse. All the while, she screams “UNFORGIVABLE” at the top of her lungs.

Shizuka is horrified. She can’t take any more of this. Lunging through the water, she leaps onto Moya and dunks her into the water.

Submerged, Moya thrashes about, but Shizuka holds her grip round her. She thinks, “The sea water was enough to cure me, so it should be able to help her as well!”

However, Moya proves to be too strong for her and wriggles away from her. Shizuka emerges from the water, but Moya does not resurface.

Ducking under, Shizuka sees Moya swimming further down, into the depths, before holding onto the seabed so she doesn’t float up to the surface. Shizuka dives down to her again and tries to wrestle Moya’s hands loose. Again, she is shaken off.

“This is no good, the black stuff is inside of her!” she thinks, clenching her jaw underwater, “What can I do? I can’t do this! I can’t let someone die like this, because of me!”

Desperate, Shizuka tries again to pull Moya’s hands away and pull her up, but again she is batted away. Only this time with much more force. So much force, that she flies back and hits her head off a stone, knocking her unconscious. Shizuka feels weightless and hears the rush of blood in her skull. As her vision fades, she sees Moya look her way, before blacking out.