It's been a good week since your last outburst. You rarely left your room, and when you did, there was an uncomfortable amount of staring.

You still kept your distance from everyone and just ignored them. Sometimes you would catch Pesci or Risotto leaving food outside your room when you didn't come out for dinner. But, when you did come out for dinner Illuso, Formaggio, and Melone would try to start a conversation with you. Ghiaccio refrained from screaming around you and Prosciutto would immediately douse his cigarette.

They would carefully eye you and pick up small details that developed on you- like your tired eyes, slow movements, drool cracked in the corners of your mouth, and wild hair. You looked like a walking corpse that has been rotting for months in a damp, cold place.

You've been staying up for nights on end, trying to remember everything you could about Kristen and where she could potentially be hiding. You knew it was some neon-colored bar when you would first visit her when you were younger. But you highly doubt there was any way to move a building around; if she was even able to move the bar.

You blankly stared up at the ceiling while JB continuously walked around in circles at the foot of your bed, occasionally clumsily hitting your foot with his paw as he tried to scrape up some covers to make himself comfortable.

"Neonlights..." You scratched your head and racked around inside your brain for the answers you were looking for. Her bar would surely still be back in America, but where would she be hiding now?

She always loved the '80s vibe, much like you, and it is probably what aided in the rotten fruits of your friendship.

Now it's just dust in the wind...

You hold many regrets from not seeing the warning signs of the toxic friendship you two shared.

During your lowest moment, she appeared and helped you flourish into something more. She was the sunlight, the water, the nutrients you needed to get back onto your feet...

It's hard to see the red flags when all you want to do is see the good in people...

But the real question is- what is she after now?

"Crates..." You remember her sending out members of her gang to attack you, but they were also after something else. You didn't know what could be so important that she would sacrifice so many elite members of her gang to look for something and silence you.

The warehouse...

They were searching for something in the warehouse, right? What if they go after the other warehouses? It would make sense since Kristen saw you as a threat that needed to be wiped out if she was to obtain said item.

But what could be so important that she wanted your head served on a silver platter?

Could it be something as strong as a stand arrow? After all, every single one of her recruits possesses a stand. A quite powerful stand at that.

They were probably handpicked too...

You grimaced at the memories of having to lay in bed recovering after each encounter, each one being more deadly than the last.

No good would come of whatever it was she was searching for.

Now all you had to do if find it before her and beat her at her own game.

Which is easier said than done...

You heard a quiet knock on the door, snapping you quickly out of your thoughts as Illuso poked his head in.

"Hey, (Y/n)..." He sounded tense as he slowly opened the door to reveal a plate of food in his hands. JB sat up at the smell of food and hopped off the bed, searching for any scraps that may have fallen off of the plate in Illuso's travel down the hall.

"You-" He paused and took a deep breath and looked around the disarrayed room. "You missed breakfast so I volunteered to bring it up here for you." He cracked a small pitiful smile and met your eyes.

"Since I'm obviously your favorite and all." His pitiful smile paired well with his pitiful attempt at trying to lighten the stale and muggy mood the room presented.

Illuso cleared his throat and quickly walked over to your nightstand to sit the food down to escape the awkwardness he has created. Your eyes followed his every movement silently as the plate clinked against the old wood of the nightstand.

He quickly walked towards the door and was about to leave until you stopped him.

"Illuso- wait..."

He froze and felt like a heavyweight has been lifted off his shoulders. You rarely ever spoke since you have spiraled down into a self-blaming depression no one could shake you from.

Hearing your voice, even if it was just two single words, was a relief to Illuso. It was like the breath of fresh air a person that was drowning would take after being under the crashing waves for too long.

"Illuso... I have a small favor to ask." You chose your words carefully as Illuso turned to face you fully.

"Anything- I mean- What is it?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to regain his composure.

"The warehouses... The one I went to go search with Doppio, Prosciutto, and Risotto. What exactly was in there?"

"The warehouse?" He took a few seconds to think before responding. "Just normal gang stuff, like; drugs, weapons, illegal shit that isn't allowed in Italy. Why do you ask?" He quirked a brow and tried to read your intentions as you stared at him blankly.

"No reason. I was just simply curious is all." He stared at you for one last minute before concluding you had no motives behind your question.

"Alright... Just call one of us in here if you get lonely, kay'?" You gave him a small thumbs-up before he gently closed the door and walked down the hall.

You leaned back and grabbed your plate of food. Whoever was on cooking duty today took the liberty of forming a smiley face with the eggs and bacon on your plate. It was a cheesy attempt to cheer you up.

You crack a small smile before digging in.

It would be best to keep your energy up since you would be spending the next few hours thinking back on your previous encounters to help form a solid plan for yourself.

"Kristen... what are you doing now?" You mumbled out before breaking off a piece of bacon and nibbling on it. You enjoyed the warm fat from the bacon melting on your tongue before taking a larger bite.

A few weeks before your 'betrayal'...

You sat at the bar drinking some virgin cocktail the bartender randomly mixed you. She was practicing different kinds of drinks she wanted to make for the new menu Kristen authorized. The drink you were drinking was named after you stand exclusively. It had a fruity tropical taste with edible glitter floating around inside. It honestly kinda looked like a unicorn just took a massive shit in your drink after eating that one taco that has been sitting in the fridge for two weeks.

"So why did Kristen ask for a drink menu change?" You decided to prod a bit since you were voluntarily drinking these abominations.

"Eh- she mentioned something along the lines of needing code drinks in the event the bar was ever to get into any trouble." The bartender shrugged her shoulders as she stared out into the empty room. The bar was closed temporarily for bar maintenance and- something else you couldn't quite remember. To be honest this whole memory was fuzzy and you could barely remember the bartender's face.

You were the first to start speaking again after a short moment of silence. "God it's a rare sight to see this place as empty as my love life." Your small quip caused the woman to start laughing as she struggled to say 'same.'

You lazily stirred your drink and slightly stared up at the bartender through your lashes as she recollected herself. She was drawing drafts for the menu for Kristen to review later in the week.

"Anyways-" You took another small sip from your drink and hoped to Jesus that your shit wouldn't be as glittery as this abomination later.

"What else does the big lady have planned for the 'disco bar?'" The bartender hummed in thought as she finished drawing small sloppy stars around a disco ball.

"Well..." She sat her pencil down and looked up at you with a big grin.

"I'm not supposed to spoil the surprise but-" She took a glance around the room before motioning for you to lean forward. You hesitated for a second before leaning in to hear what she had to say.

"Since you were willing enough to test my drinks out, I'll let you in on it." You quirked a brow and nodded your head slowly.

"Remember my stand? Borderline? Ya'know, the stand that is mostly made up of lights and gases?" You sat there for a second trying to remember what her stand looked like and did, but before you could say 'no' she continued.

"Kristen has had this really big plan planned for it and the bar, but the plan got moved back a few weeks because my stand 'hasn't reached its full potential,' apparently." She poked out her bottom lip in a small pout and cupped her cheeks in the palms of her hands.

You were slightly speechless, not knowing how to comfort the person you've barely talked to for the last couple of years since your recruitment into the family.

You hesitated for a second before speaking once again. "Ah, ignore her. I'm sure your stand's potential is incredible already!" She looked over towards you with a hopeful gaze.

"You really think so?"

You scoffed, "Think so? I know so!" You lied through your teeth. In honesty, you had no idea what the hell her stand did but you're sure it's probably something cool.

Now thinking back on that encounter, what was it that her stand did? You swore at your past self for not gathering more information on other members before going berserk.

But you couldn't have predicted what was going to happen in a matter of weeks...

"..." You muttered the name.

Did the name mean anything about the stand? Gases? Lights?

Was any of this information even helping your case? Did you just spend hours trying to remember details, only to get nowhere? Possibly.

You finished cleaning your plate of bacon and eggs and sat it down on your once clean nightstand.

You let out a loud huff, fell back on your pillow, and gazed up at the cracked ceiling.

"Cracks..."

You squinted as dusty cogs turned in your brain.

"Cracks... cracked. Old... gas..." You slowly mumbled out words as your eyes slowly widened.

"Lights... gases... bar..." You flug yourself forward, and a large grin manifested itself on your lips.

You remembered the first time you saw the flashing lights in the fog within the sewers. It must've been . was the one that sent you into the past within a different location!

"Holy shit! She moved the entire bar! The bar is here!" You laughed in triumph; at the thought that you were one step closer to ending things for good.

But there was one problem...

You had no clue where she moved the bar exactly.

You let out another frustrated groan and flopped back down.

It could take weeks to pinpoint her exact location, taking into consideration: that she disguised the outside of the bar and potentially the inside, too. Not to mention if you ever considered using Doppio's resources: you risk involving everyone else, even more than you already have.

No... You couldn't risk further involvement.

It was time you took things into your own hands and did this yourself...

It was time to end this...