Dan panicked, summoning The Lovers one last time to attempt a desperate escape, but it was useless.

"The Lovers has been removed," a voice crackled from a nearby radio. It was Kakyoin. Inside Joseph’s brain, Hierophant Green had finally snared the parasitic Stand and dragged it into the light.

He began to read. "For the bridge... for the drinks... for the kick to my shin... and for making my grandfather suffer." He looked up, his eyes burning with a blue intensity. "The total comes to a price you can't afford."

Jotaro didn't say a word. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out the notebook he’d been carrying. He flipped it open to a page filled with neat, dense handwriting.

"You can't pay back what you owe with money," Jotaro muttered, turning his back on the wreckage. "Good grief."

Jotaro walked over, his shadow looming large. He reached out, but instead of scratching, he paused.