After getting a jeep, the crew continued on. (Y/n)'s horns were still sore and she was completely blind through them. Her doll was cracked and the crack seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Polnareff drove carefully over the narrow roads, he had been more careful since they defeated that stand user. Kakyoin touched the main horn gently, making (y/n) flinch and push his hand away. "Please don't touch it.," the girl whined. "Alright, I won't.," the red haired teen said. Polnareff took a quick look at the girl and her new head ornaments before looking back at the road, "Where did you get that cloth and those jewels? They look expensive." "The cloth and jewels belonged to her father.," Joseph answered for the child, "Kars kept his long hair and horns wrapped up in that cloth and only took it off when it was his time to fight."
Jotaro leaned back a little and saw the girl looking at him, "What?" "Nice new jacket. Looks like it would be warm.," The little girl said as she looked over Kakyoin's shoulder. The red haired male was holding her and patting her hair. Joseph looked at the jacket as well, "I can't believe you got a uniform jacket made in Pakistan. The fit is perfect too." "It's 100% wool.," Jotaro replied.

Kakyoin looked around as fog encircled the group and the terrain. He turned to the Frenchman who was driving, "Polnareff, is it safe to drive right now? This fog rolled in rather quickly." "Yeah. It is pretty dangerous here.," The silver haired Frenchman replied, "There's a sheer drop on one side and no guard rail." "The fog is getting thicker up ahead.," Joseph added, "and it is not even 3pm yet. We have no choice but to call it a night. Let's see if we can find an inn in that town over there." "I hope we find a nice hotel.," Polnareff said. "A nice hotel?," Kakyoin echoed with a questioning voice. The Frenchman smiled, "Yeah, one with a decent toilet." (Y/n) and Kakyoin laughed at the Frenchman and he got a little offended, "What?!"
(Y/n) just gave him a grin and stuck her tongue out at him, a gesture which he returned before they both chuckled. The child huddled close to her old friend. She noticed the air immediately change when they drove into the town. Something felt off. Something smelled bad. Like death. The whole town was covered in the stench of the dead. The child refused to leave the Jeep as the others went to look for an inn where they could stay. The anxiety that came with her losing her ability and the stench of the town made her stomach do flips. She felt sick. She hugged her porcelain doll for comfort. She could have sworn she heard something in the back of her mind whisper 'leave this place'.

She peeked her head out of the Jeep and was told by Joseph to stay in as they examined something on the ground. She obeyed and continued to play with her doll. She heard her adopted father yell that they needed to leave and ran right to the jeep. He was next to the fence the next moment, he was going to be impaled had he not used his hermit purple to get away from the spiky fence top. The little girl peeked out as she heard a noise, a tap tap tapping sound. Her big red eyes scanned the area before she saw an old woman walking towards them. The old woman smelled like a human.
The woman had a lot of white hair. Liver spots covered her face and skin. Her clothes seemed plain but a little bit sophisticated. That tapping sound was made by her walking stick. She walked by the jeep and to the group with a friendly smile on her face. The old woman gave a bow of greeting to the group. Joseph looked to his adopted daughter that was still in the jeep, the old woman looked behind her to see the tiny girl peering over the side of the vehicle before turning back to the group.

"Welcome travelers. It's a bit dangerous to travel along the cliffs with this fog around. I run the local bed and breakfast, you can stay there if you wish. I'll make it affordable for you. We have plenty of room for you and the little one.," the old woman said with a smile and motioned back to the small child that was watching her. (Y/n) got out of the vehicle as the men were discussing what they should do, she approached the old woman that was smiling with a friendly expression. "Aren't you adorable? You're as pretty as one of those Greek statues you see in museums.," the old woman tittered, "This way dearie." The old woman said and walked towards a building. The plum haired girl followed while holding her porcelain doll. The old woman pointed to the hotel, "You can go right in and get comfortable dearie."
(Y/n) gave the woman a bow of thanks and realized that she had not covered her horns, "You don't mind my horns and red eyes?" The old woman laughed, "Not at all. I know that there are people who are born with things others do not. I heard that horned people are considered good fortune in places." The girl felt a little better about having her hood off and walked inside. She did not know that the old woman worked for her brother and wanted to kill her friends. 'I won't hurt the child at all, lord DIO.,' the old woman thought to herself, 'I'll bring her to you as you wanted.'

The bed and breakfast was beautiful. The little girl set off to explore a little. She found that every part of the building was clean and comfortably furnished. She found the sitting room with the couches was probably the most comfortable place. It had a lot of books in it. It kind of reminded (y/n) of the library where she and Dio would have read and played in when they were younger. She always thought highly of Dio, right up to the day he wore the mask. He was her brother. He always would be. Not by blood, but by emotion. The plum haired girl yawned and snuggled onto one of the couches as she held her porcelain doll. The crack on its face had grown slightly.
The little girl heard her father and the others enter the hotel and sign in. She went to see them as Joseph signed her in as well. The old woman had a cheery expression on her face as she picked up her staff and showed the group to their rooms. Joseph wanted to have (y/n) stay with him or one of the others for protection, but the child declined. She did not want to be squished again by him rolling onto her. The old woman showed them their rooms and told them that if they needed anything, then to call her.

(Y/n) looked around the room she was given before going downstairs to see if there was a place for her to take a bath or shower. The kind old woman showed her where to go. The child was able to get cleaned up, changed and was drying out her hair as the old woman came back. "Do you need any help, Dearie?," the old woman asked. "No, but thank you for asking.," the child said as she wrang water from her plum violet mass of hair, "I don't want to overstep any boundaries." "Ohoho, it is okay. I understand.," The old woman said. The little girl smelled the scent of the woman, she had the smell that all women had when they give birth. She had a family. "Where is your family? This is a big hotel for you to run all by yourself.," the girl asked. The old woman froze after the little girl asked that before turning to the child, "My family is all deceased I am afraid." "Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.," the little girl said and held the fabric of her father's headwrap in her hand, she had taken it off to use the bath.
"From that look, you have also lost someone.," the old woman said and surprised the girl. The red eyed chided gave a small nod, "I lost my family too. My uncles and father were defeated. My mother was killed because she was pregnant with me. I was adopted by the old man I am traveling with." The old woman had a look of sympathy on her face, she understood the pain that this child felt. The woman set her walking stick down and took the brush from the little girl, "We both understand what it is like to lose someone. I am old and will join them soon. But you are young and able to find more people to love."

The girl listened to the old woman as she brushed the child's hair. The girl held her doll and the fabric of her father's wrap. The girl did not feel any threats to her person and relaxed. She was given the brush back after her hair was brushed out, "Thank you for your kindness miss..." "You can call me Enya.," the old woman said, "I heard one of your companions say that your name was (y/n), right?" The plum haired child gave the woman a nod, "That is my name, Enya."
"Well. You see, to have had a long journey to get here. How about you go rest in your room?," the old woman said, "I'll get dinner ready." The old woman walked away with her walking stick tapping. The small child went back to her room and laid down on the bed after taking off her bags. She might as well get some sleep since she had time. This was a safe place even though it smelled weird. Her red eyes closed and she felt she sheets cover her body. She was not aware of what the others were doing or what Enya was planning. She just needed to sleep to get ready for the next leg of their journey and to heal her horns.

Kakyoin and Joseph went to check on the child and found that she was fast asleep. Joseph had to keep himself quiet or he would wake the sleeping half pillar. Kakyoin smiled at the sight before his eyes landed on the shadow on the floor next to the girl's bed and the reflection in the mirror. It looked to be a shadow figure of a large man. Joseph quickly walked away back to his room where Jotaro was waiting, Kakyoin stopped him halfway. "Mister Joestar. I think that I saw what (y/n) has been seeing. There was a figure in there with her.," the red haired teen spoke. "I know. I saw it, him, too.," Joseph said."do you think it is an enemy stand?," Kakyoin asked.
The old man shook his greying head, "No. I don't know what stand user would have a stand that would go through the trouble of following (y/n) around and care for her." He continued on to the room he was staying in, dropping the conversation about what they saw. Jotaro was in the room and looking out the window, "How's (y/n)?" "Sleeping off her injury.," the old man said and looked to the television. He tried to get a message out of the Television with his stand. It did not work as the television had no power. "How long does an injury like this take to heal?," Jotaro asked. "It can take from a few hours to two days.," Joseph replied, "I'm sure if she had something to eat after she got injured, she could be healing faster."

The weird and foggy town seemed to have a skull above it. Jotaro's eyes watched the skies. He had a feeling about this place. The girl who was resting dropped into a very deep sleep, she was not disturbed by the sound of someone screaming in pain that came from the lobby or the sounds of a struggle.