A warm sensation washed over (y/n) as she felt her nerves reattach to a horn. Her red eyes opened to see green ones looking down at her. She thought she saw her brother bafore her eyes cleared and she saw it was Giorno. The child felt better after Giorno removed his hand from her head, "There you go. I hope you don't mind that I had to use one of the horns in your bag to make a new one for you." "So that's why it took a short time to heal.," the little girl spoke and rubbed the new horn. It was warm. Wamu was standing behind Giorno, "I told him to use my horn. It was the only thing it could think of." "That's kind of you, Wamuu.," Trish said. "It is my duty to look after her.," the blond pillar man ghost replied.
The tiny pillar girl gasped and jumped up, "The stand! What happened?!" "It's okay. We dropped it into the ocean.," Trish said, acting more confident compared to how she was before. Mista and Narancia were okay as well. "Where are we?," (y/n) asked. "We're almost to Sardinia.," Trish answered, "We were picked up by a fishing boat after we fell into the sea." "Well then. I'll see you there.," the little girl looked at the ceiling, "Wamuu, with me!" "Yes, lady (y/n).," the warrior replied and followed the girl out of the turtle.

She jumped past Bucciarati and Abbacchio before jumping into the ocean to swim ahead of the boat. Her small yet powerful limbs allowed her to swim quickly through the water. She had left her bags behind to keep their contents safe. She passed fish and kelp in the sea as she swam. The tiny child grabbed a fish and ate it to have some energy to use. Her tiny hands grabbed the rocks on the shoreline and pulled herself out of the water. She shook the water off of her and squeezed out her hair and clothes. Red eyes cast over the seas behind her to look for the boat she had been on. She saw it in the distance. Now, she had a little time to scout the area to make sure it was safe for her and the rest of the gang. She sat up on the monument dial and sensed the surrounding area with her horns. There was an influx of tourists to the beautiful island. 
However, a strong energy caught her attention. An energy on the cliffs above. "A stand user.," the little girl spoke. The child hopped off of the monument after the sun dried her dress and body. (Y/n) saw her friends on the boat approaching the shore and waved at them. She pointed at herself then to the cliffs she was going to investigate, she got a confirmation motion from Abbacchio. The plum haired child gripped the rocks on the cliff face and started climbing. Jumping from a rock to another out of reach before finally landing on he top of the cliffs. Her red eyes looked around, trying to find what she was sensing.

The smell of iron was strong. Magnetic fields were distorted. The energy was strong there. The plum haired child heard a slight jingle sound. She sniffed the air again and caught the scent of a human man. The man was hiding in plain sight somehow, like he was waiting for something. "What are you doing here?," She asked, "I know you are there." She felt the man shift his position and walk around her. "Human, male, mid to late twenties. Approximately 185 cm tall.," the child spoke, "Stand user. Are you with the gang or against it?" The footfalls of the man stopped. She finally heard his voice, "You are the child that Prosciutto warned us about." "Well then. Do you believe in forgiveness? If I offered you a better life to join us against the boss that most likely dislike as well.," The little girl asked as the man finally revealed himself to her. He was pretty handsome for a human. Black sclera with red irises. His white hair was covered by a dark hat. He was tall and muscular but had a dark monochrome outfit offset only by gold adornments.
The man looked around before kneeling to get closer to this tiny creature. To him, she looked as harmless and innocent as a small child. She looked weak. Yet some sort of inhuman beauty and power seemed to come from her. Her three horns peeked from her hair. "What is this offer?," He asked. "You join us. We were planning to overturn the boss who has been polluting this beautiful country with corruption and drugs. We will find the boss and ultimately put an end to him. It would have been nice to have you and the others as allies.," the little girl explained, "I wanted to extend this offer to all of your group. But... they never took it. I apologize for the deaths of your men." The child felt a flare of energy from the man, a pain emerged from her hand as she saw a metallic blade emerge from her skin. She did not make much noise as she looked into the cold eyes of the man.

"You killed my men and tormented other gang members. It was you who slaughtered that group of smugglers.," the man said with a cold and merciless tone, "You look like a child, but you kill like a monster." His red eyes were harsh as he noticed the girl put her hand up as if she was telling someone with her to stand down. He looked back and saw a large man who looked like he wanted to kill him. "Risotto. That is your name, right? My name is (y/n).," the little girl said with a warm voice. She was shaking off the pain in her arm as the knife fell out of her skin. "(Y/n). That's what Melone said it was.," Risotto replied, "I went to investigate that scene you made two months ago. The walls and floors were covered in blood. Whatever your stand is, it can destroy a human body in seconds in the most brutal of fashions. And yet you are not defending yourself against me." "I don't like to hurt humans. The ones I did kill are out of defense. Defending my human pets and my desperate need for food.," the little pillar smiled, "It's true that I can kill you in an instant if I wanted to. Or inflict a deadly poison onto you. But I choose not to because I want to talk to you."
Risotto could tell she was in pain. She was smiling even though in pain, pain he had caused. He saw the wound that his stand had caused was closing up on its own. The child's eyes looked like she had been in situations like this before. She had the eyes of someone who had been in battles. "What even are you?," the silver haired man asked. "Half human half pillar man. I'm the last of the pillar man race.," The little girl answered, "I've lived for over 4,000 years. And you are one of the few people who have directly attacked me." The girl picked the knife that had emerged from her body, "This smells of my blood iron. So that is the effect of your stand."

"You mentioned human pets. Do you mean Bucciarati and his gang?," Risotto asked. "Yes, and many more that I have all over the world.," the child replied, "May I ask why you are here. Are you looking for the boss's identity as well?" Risotto felt a cold blade be pressed against his neck. He had not seen another person beside that large man that was now sitting behind the little girl. The assassin's eyes cut away from the child to meet a pair of red ones. These eyes looked like jewels. It was the face of a metallic man. It was a stand. "Avalon. Don't kill him. I'm trying to talk to him.," the little girl said to the stand before returning to talk to Risotto, "I apologize. Avalon is awfully protective. I am barely holding him back right now." The stand removed the cold and sharp object from the man. The stand returned to the little girl and stood over her in a protective manner. "To answer your question, I am searching for the boss's identity.," Risotto answered, "He was once on this island."
"He more than likely grew up here. Trish told us that her mother said her father had a Sardianian dialect in his speech.," The plum haired child spoke as she looked to the shore beyond the cliff. The monument was standing strong. "So a native to this area. An important area.," Risotto spoke, "Has she developed a stand." "She has. But I don't think you can find out her father's power with the power of her stand.," (y/n) told the assassin, "Pa- Bucciarati already found out it is an ability that messes with time. Skips forward time. Another time altering stand, like the other two I've encountered." "You have encountered stands like this before?, The man asked. "Two years ago in Morioh and thirteen years ago in Egypt.," the child replied, "In Egypt, the user was able to stop time for nine seconds. The man in Morioh rewound time like one would rewind a cassette tape."

(Y/n) held the knife made from her blood out to the man. He took it from her, "You do not guard yourself. You do not attempt to attack me. Yet you were able to sense my presence. What an interesting child." "Like I said before, I don't like hurting humans. I'm not like the others were.," the little girl answered, "I sense someone coming. A taxi. Two humans. Wamuu, let's go." The blond man behind the girl disappeared with the stand. She hopped off the cliff and hid on the ledge. Risotto returned to his hiding spot. Just as the child said, a taxi appeared and a young man got out. The young man was looking around before the taxi driver demanded he pay his toll. (Y/n) listened to the yelling of the young man and the greedy taxi driver before the young man made a strange ringing noise. It sounded like a phone. The sound of the ringing moved with the young man. He made a click noise and sounded like he was talking on the phone. He introduced himself as 'Doppio'. He sounded like he was talking to someone important, (y/n) stayed out of sight but shifted closer a bit to try and hear his conversation. He spoke to a 'Boss'. (Y/n)'s blood ran cold. She sensed a powerful stand and this young man was talking to a 'boss'.
She had the feeling that this young man was the one that the Boss trusted the most. She heard another voice. But, the voice seemed to come from the young man himself. The taxi drove off quickly as the young man talked more. There was a dark feeling coming off of the boy when the second voice spoke. This young man, his blood smelled like he was not as young as the pillar child initially thought. This boy. This person. This human. He had a secret. The power of his stand burned her horn. She shook a bit as she heard the two voices converse. They mentioned Risotto. So, Doppio and this boss he was talking to were indeed after Trish.

"We need to get close to him without him finding out my identity.," the older man's voice spoke from the young man's body. (Y/n) felt a cold chill when she heard that voice. This stand. She knew it. It was there when her adopted papa was murdered then brought back to life. There was no doubt.

This had to be the boss! She and Risotto had found the boss!