America, 1938

A white building stood proud. It was a building housing the headquarters to a foundation built by a man with a golden heart. The man used to be a street thug, but he changed after meeting a gentleman and his sister. The former street thug swore to help the gentleman's family after their meeting. He gathered wealth from being in the oil business and expanded his wealth through discoveries in science, technology and archeology. He founded a foundation meant to help humanity and the gentleman's family, he gave it his name so that the noble family he protected would remember his solemn vow. The foundation's headquarters stood in the capital of America, in Washington DC.

Inside this proud building, deeper down into the more secret research areas, was a room that housed a particularly beautiful statue. In the room with the statue were artifacts of an age that had passed. A porcelain doll. A picture of a family. All of these artifacts and the statue were taken care of. The statue was of a child, a little girl. She looked alive, like she could wake up at any moment. The founder of this foundation had told the ones tasked with looking after the statue that she was indeed alive, she was injured gravely and was healing. The members of the foundation tasked with watched over her gave her food in the form of donated blood that was about to expire. When her statue form was examined thoroughly, they found that there were amino acids present and slight breathing through the skin. Once a researcher found her heartbeat, it was faint but present. She was alive and seemed to be closer to waking up.
The founder, now an older man, one day got the call that made him overjoyed and deeply afraid. The statue was waking up.

He quickly left the restaurant he was eating at, after paying first, and quickly went back to the building. The place was on lock down and many were confused about the reason why. The older gentleman walked through the halls of the foundation he had built and to the room where the statue was supposed to be. The containers that held the statue and the artifacts were broken, dents covered the walls and some of the researchers were asleep on the floor, drained of their energy and some blood. A merciful but grim reminder of the power that this one being held. The door was open and the little girl that used to be a state was gone. She had to be scared and confused.

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Red eyes shot open to the surprise of humans surrounding the ancient being. Her skin gained a fleshy color and she easily broke out of the container holding her. The ancient child named (y/n) was awake. Her eyes darted around, looking for someone familiar. She saw nobody, she was on display like some sort of macabre museum piece. She grabbed the human nearest to her and drank enough blood to make him sleepy. She continued this trend with all of the humans in the room. She broke the cases that held her precious picture and her doll. Her cloak hung on the wall. She grabbed the cloak and put it on before kicking the door open and running out. She had to find Jonathan or Speedwagon.
The little girl feared the worst, had she slept so long that Jonathan and Speedwagon died? Where were the Joestars? Where was she?

The girl kept running through he halls and past humans that tried to stop her. The ones who tired to stop her with force got a restrained kick to the gut. She was terrified. Why was she in some sort of facility? The child kept running and running, searching for the exit. Her long plum colored hair flowed behind her as she ran. Her blood stained chiton clung to her body. The humans were calling for her to stop running and to calm down. She did not listen to them.
A voice called out to her, "(y/n)! Stop, you are safe." This voice made her stop, it was familiar. Her red eyes looked around for the source of the voice as a familiar scent approached her. She turned and Ruby red eyes met with warm brown ones. An old man was looking down at her. His face held a familiar scar. His hair was shorter and greying, but this was a familiar human.

"Robert?," the girl asked and got a smile from the old man, "You have been asleep for almost fifty years." (Y/n) got closer and hugged the old man. She was happy to see a familiar face in this new environment. "Where is my brother?," the little girl asked and was hugged a little tighter by the old man. "I'm sorry. He died on his way to his honeymoon after he married Erina. Dio killed him and sunk the ship they were on.," Speedwagon answered, "Erina and an infant were the only survivors." The old man felt a wetness on his shoulder. The girl's body shook as she cried. She had lost the only family she had known since she woke over fifty years ago. After she was done crying, he held her hand to take her to where he kept some clothes her size for when she woke. He knew she would want to change into something clean when she woke finally. As expected, the little girl was grateful. She had a little dress on that was more fitting for the time period she had woken in. Speedwagon gave her a quick update on the period of time she woke and the events that were happening, everything has changed from when she fell asleep. Jonathan had a grandson. Erina had grown old. Speedwagon told her about how he amassed his wealth and became a humanitarian thanks to Jonathan and her influence. Her selfless and noble sacrifice to save Jonathan from a surely fatal attack inspired him to help others.

She walked after Speedwagon as he spoke to her, her porcelain doll in her hand. The beautiful doll looked like it did fifty years ago when Jonathan gave it to her. She followed Speedwagon and held the old man's hand with her doll free hand. The girl was still saddened by the fact both I her brothers were dead, but she had her sister in law and the grandson, Joseph. She wanted to go see Erina and Joseph. The little girl asked Speedwagon where they were. The old man smiled, "From what I hear, they are coming to New York. It is evening and your sudden awakening threw much of my foundation into chaos." "I'm very sorry. I was scared... but that is not an excuse for what I did.," the little girl said as Speedwagon looked down at the youthful and familiar friend that was beside him. "I don't blame you for what you did. You woke up in a situation where you did not know if you were in danger or not.," the old man said as he took her back to the room she escaped from. The researchers that she made go unconscious were waking up. She apologized to them for what she did. They did not have many hard feelings, although they were a little mad that she scared them so badly. She helped to clean the mess up and let the doctors do what they needed to do for her. She was allowed to stay at the foundation as she had nowhere else to go. Speedwagon got a call that his team found something in Mexico that he had to come see. The old man was going to go in the morning, after he made sure that (y/n) was okay with her new place in his foundation.

She stayed awake during the night to explore the building and read. The next morning, she accompanied speedwagon to the airport to see him off to the excavation site. "Find something wonderful!," the girl giggled with a smile. Her horns were hidden under a small hat she wore. She watched the airplane take off with Speedwagon and the crew in it. (Y/n) was taken back to the Speedwagon foundation by one of the researchers. The girl answered questions given to her by researchers and by curious members, the ones who wanted to know more about the past fight against Dio.
She was happy to answer them. It was nice to have people to talk to. But she wanted to go to New York. She wanted to see Erina. The girl did not know what Speedwagon was getting into. She did not know much about the world, but she was ready to welcome it with open arms. She still had the heart and mind of a child, but the experience of an old woman. She was happy.

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Speedwagon entered the temple his team had found. Something about the air of this place seemed familiar. Familiar but more malevolent. The old man swallowed hard as he walked through the labyrinth. It was deep underground when the twists and turns straightened out into a single enormous room. No longer was it hot, it was deep underground and the stone surrounding the team made it cool and comfortable. "It is over here, sir.," one of the archeology team said and led Speedwagon to the pillar in the middle of the room, "I saw him this morning, I thought he was a statue. But when I touched him, he was warm." The archeologist raised his arm to show the missing skin on his arm, "this was just me accidentally grazing his body."
The old man stepped back and shone the light on the body in the pillar. A huge man with horns peeking from his hair. It couldn't be. There was no way. The archeological team around the man saw his face, "Sir?" "I want a research team to come in, take samples and test it.," Speedwagon said as his eyes never left the face of the man in front of him. When his eyes tore away, he looked at the pillar the man was in, it was absolutely covered in those masks. 

He had to know. The team came in and ran tests. The man was alive in there. He had heat, amino acids and a heartbeat. He was actually alive. Speedwagon felt a sense of dread grip him. The air from this man was different than the air from the child that was back in Washington DC. Was this one of the Warriors that the girl spoke of? If he was, he seemed to be incredibly more dangerous than the girl. Something told the old man that this man needed to be stopped before he could even wake up and create chaos. Speedwagon did not know if this man was one of the Warriors that followed the girl. If he was, she could probably talk him down. If not, then his team had found something that threatened the safety of the world.
He sent word to an old ally, Straizo. The old Hamon user would help him in this endeavor. He knew how dangerous these masks and the creatures they created were. They had to keep the world safe and now allow this sleeping man to wake and threaten to safety of the world.

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(Y/n) swayed back and forth as she waited for her chiton to be given back to her. One of the Foundation members who knew how to sew was repairing the chiton for her. She watched the member fix her dress and thanked the person after they cleaned and fixed her dress. The child was happy as she changed back into her chiton and her ceremonial garb. She showed the one who fixed her dress the good work they did. The little ancient girl was quite happy after having her favorite dress fixed.
She remembered why she loved it so much, it was made specially for her by her family. They made it for her before she had to go to sleep. It made her feel good to wear something so beautiful. Her accessories jingled as she played and wandered the Speedwagon foundation headquarters. She was stopped by researchers every so often to be asked questions, be told that she was cute, or told that she was not allowed in some areas.

The child was too happy to be kept down for long. She stopped by the receptionist and peered over the desk. The woman at the desk looked down and saw the child, her eyes saw the foundation pin attached to the girl's cloak. This told the receptionist that this girl was part of the foundation, she gave the girl a confused but pleasant smile.
"Where is New York?," the little girl asked. The woman sighed and pointed to a map on the wall, "You will have to head north then northeast. Depending on what type of transport you take and the traffic, it can take anywhere from Three hours to a day to reach it." (Y/n) looked at the map. She could make it there in about an hour. But she would have to stay somwhere.
"Is there something you need in New York?," the receptionist asked. The little girl smiled back at the woman, her fangs showing quite clearly.

"Yes. There is family I have to meet."