(Y/n)'s little hands clutched the broom as she swept broken glass from the floor of Pucci's home. She volunteered to clean after he let her stay with him. Not like she needed to rest, she could have gone through the night without resting. The dark skinned priest was getting ready for his work.
"(Y/n), was it?," he spoke, "Can you tell me what happened last night?"
The plum haired little girl held the broom a little tighter, "I saw someone breaking in. So I followed him in and pulled him out of your home."
Enrico Pucci rolled a lint roller over his shoulders, getting any specks of dust off of his robe. (Y/n) kept her father's soul from manifesting again, he wanted to kill this priest so bad. She could not let him do that. The man looked back at the small girl and knelt down to her height.
His hand was set on her head kindly. Her red eyes looked at the broken glass on the floor.
"Tell me the truth. Did you drag him into the greenhouse?," the dark skin man asked, "And did you do something that made him disappear?"
(Y/n) couldn't grip any tighter on the broom or else it would break. She just nodded her head slightly. She did not want to look at the face of this man. Something was Strange about him. He was nice to her, even though she had horns. Didn't the people from churches hate horns? At least, that was what Joseph told her.

"I appreciate that you are cleaning up the mess. But you cannot do things like that to people, you might get caught.," the priest spoke, "you've committed a crime, little one, so you have to have a punishment. I will have to think of a suitable one for you."
Pucci removed his hand from her hair. (Y/n) raised her eyes to watch him walk away from her. She finished cleaning up the broken glass and put away the broom in time to hear the sound if liquid being poured into a cup. Her large rub red eyes saw that beloved white drink in the hands of the dark skinned man. He set the small cup on the table as he poured himself a dark colored liquid into his own cup.
"Come sit down. I'm getting ready for work, but I first need to make sure you are fed as my guest.," Pucci said as he set down a small plate with toasted bread and jam, "It's not much, but I don't think you want much to eat right now."
The violet haired young pillar looked at the man with much suspicion before she hopped up on the chair that was before the plate. Her eyes looked to the cup and smelled its contents. The sweet scent of milk filled her nose before her small hands picked up the glass and drank. She was fully aware of the man watching her.
"Sir, uh Pucci, do you know where the place where a person who is awaiting judgement is held?," the child asked, "I have someone I need to find there."
Pucci looked like he was surprised, "Oh? I do, but I don't think that you would be let in to visit whoever it is you seek."
(Y/n)'s little eyes fell onto the plate before her as she dejectedly picked up a slice of the toast and nibbled on it. She could tell that he was not going to tell her where it was.

Pucci looked at the clock before patting the child's head and standing up.
"I need to go to work, but I also need to make sure that you don't get into more trouble, little (y/n).," the dark skinned man smiled.
The little girl heard a jingle and looked up. In the man's hand was a necklace. Her mother's necklace! The one she lost! The tiny pillar immediately was by the man and reaching up to the necklace, trying to get it. Pucci held the jewelry higher over her head. He had a small smile on his face. As if he was teasing like an older brother would. The tiny pillar girl began to get annoyed and jumped up higher to grab the necklace. Pucci pulled it out of the way and caught the child who was in midair.
"That is my mother's, please give it back. Daddy made it.," the child pouted.
Pucci smiled, "I'll keep it safe for the time being."
The priest put the little girl down.
"Clean up your plate and come with me.," the man spoke, "I will take you with me for today. I trust that you will be well behaved?"
(Y/n) only nodded. She obeyed what this man told her to do. Something was telling her that it would be dangerous to disobey him. It had to do with the overwhelming stand energy she felt. However, she could not pinpoint where it was for some reason.

(Y/n) followed the dark skinned priest after she finished the breakfast and cleaned up. The car ride was quiet, save for the radio that played soft music. It sounded like church music. Pucci kept his eyes on the road as (y/n) looked at the man driving and to the outside world. She had been in all kinds of vehicles in her years. But, she kind of missed the carriage rides she used to do with Jonathan. Her red eyes looked over the outside world as it passed by. Her mind consumed by the thoughts of her adopted family and where Jolyne was at that moment.
"We're almost there.," the voice of Pucci caught her attention and she looked to the man, "I need you to stay near me there. The prisoners there may not behave well. They may try to hurt you."
"Prisoners?," (y/n) questioned as she noticed that they were on a bridge.
"I work most of the time at a penitentiary.," Pucci explained as he drove through checkpoints, "The prisoners come to me for guidance and some evaluations."
The plum haired girl covered her horns with the hooded cloak she wore. She wore a simple yellow dress with red flower trim under the cloak. Her valuables were locked up at Pucci's home.
Her eyes cast down to her clawed hands. They were still so tiny. A thought crossed her mind. She could not protect those she loved like she wanted to. A cold despair washed over her. She failed to protect Jonathan, Jotaro fought Dio on his own, Josuke could barely be protected, Bruno was dead. She balled her tiny hands into fists so tight that her nails cut her own skin. She began to remember all the humans she had eaten. Those humans that had families that would never see them again.

A sharp pain of conflicting thoughts intruded her mind, both her human and pillar instincts telling her different ways to feel about it. She was so drowned in the sea of her thoughts that she did not realize Pucci was calling her name. A sharp pain to her forehead made her look up, Pucci was looking at her.
"Why did you flick me?!," (y/n) asked before noticing he was not close enough to flick her. He was standing outside the driver's door while she was in the rear passenger seat.
"I did not even touch you, but it would seem different from that red mark on your forehead.," the priest spoke and closed the door before walking to the door (y/n) was next to.
He picked the child up after unbuckling her from the seat belt. He noticed the little trickles of blood coming from her hands.
"Oh dear, did you hurt yourself on that glass?," he asked, "I'll get your wounds cleaned up, little angel."
The man took her inside of the large building and checked in with the guards who immediately noticed the tiny child who was clinging to Pucci. The dark skinned man explained that she belonged to a friend of his and he was looking after her for that friend. Said friend was not able to take care of her anymore. The guards thought it was sweet and said it was okay for (y/n) to stay. As long as she kept near Pucci and she behaved well. Pucci agreed and made (y/n) do the same.

Begrudgingly, she complied. They walked together, past blocks that had prisoners in them. (Y/n) could smell all kinds of human scents in that place. She could sense all kinds of energies. The tiny child sneezed after feeling like she was smelling too much. Pucci looked back at the little girl as she stopped to rub her burning nose. She felt something nudge her and turned to look back. There was nothing there.
"(Y/n), come on little angel.," Pucci said, "We'll have your hands looked at."
He showed the plum violet haired girl to the chapel where he worked. He made the girl sit on a clean chair as the priest fetched a first aid kit. The white haired man took the girl's tiny hands and looked at the palms, he dabbed the blood from her hands and saw the cuts heal themselves. He still dabbed the hands clean with an antiseptic solution. Pucci held her tiny hands when he was done, he was comparing the size difference of their hands.
"So small and precious. I cannot even begin to imagine what kinda of things you have seen over the years you have lived.," the man said with a smile on his face.
There was something behind that smile. Something that set (y/n)'s senses on high alert, he knew something. The dark skinned man held her hands in his left while placing the other on her head.

"An angel like you should not be around humans as detestable as those in this prison, but it is the only way that I can make sure you do not misbehave any more.," Pucci spoke with a smile.
His right hand rubbed her hair before lightly touching the middle horn on her little head, causing her to flinch. There was a power coming from this man. Could he be a stand user as well? A small pain was felt in her head as Pucci took his hand off of her. She could have sworn he had something in his hand.
"Oh, are they particularly sensitive? I'm sorry.," the man spoke, "I'll try to remember that."
(Y/n) stayed quiet. She knew she had a thought before, but what was it? She felt a little on edge. Something was wrong. But she could not remember what. She could see a sort of sparkle in the priest's eyes. As if this man had some sort of joy from meeting her.
"You are free to stay here in the chapel and play. You will need me to escort you if you need to go anywhere else in this place.," the man explained, "Perhaps you can have something to eat later on if you get hungry."
Again she felt her father's rage. He wanted to kill this man and feed him to his daughter. Yet, (y/n) refused to allow him that action. She knew that she needed to have patience. This penitentiary could be the key to finding Jolyne.

Pucci had to begin his work. So (y/n) began to explore his office and the chapel. The architecture was pretty. As if trying to have the same spirit as the beautiful churches that the small girl saw a long time ago. The stained glass shined as the sun hit the panes. The crosses and decor seemed to glow from the radiating light of the windows and their own golden color. The tiny pillar could feel Pucci's energy nearby. He seemed to have his attention split between her and whatever task he was doing.
She saw a bowl of fruit. Her curiosity got the better of her as she picked up an apple and bit into it. The feeling of some sort of foam and the taste of chemicals entered her mouth. She sputtered and gagged before putting the fake fruit back. She put the bitten into side down so it could not be seen. She should have known that a bowl of fruit that pretty could not be real in a place like this.
"Little angel. What was that noise?," She heard Pucci ask, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Pucci.," the little girl replied and wiped her mouth. She could hear her father's soul laughing at her for biting into that. The little pillar hopped from pew to pew, looking a the difference artworks and books. She was a little bored. If this kept up, she might just nap just to pass time.

The feeling of humans approaching caused the little girl to stop her explorations and look to the door. Pucci heard the footsteps and stood. The humans stopped outside the door. Pucci opened the door for the humans. (Y/n) was able to see that the humans were guards and a prisoner. The guards and Pucci talked a bit. The prisoner's eyes looked around before the human caught sight of the little girl. The human seemed to be in shock of the sight of the girl whose red eyes seemed to bore into the very soul. The prisoner was made to look at the priest. The human's eyes went back to look for the girl, only to see that she had vanished.