Jolyne Cujoh

The Green Dolphin Street Prison was known for being one of the toughest detaining facilities in the country. This is a place that everyone from the most **** escape artists to the most powerful stand users would find difficult to get out of. And currently occupying this facility was the daughter of the great Jotaro Kujo, a lady known as Jolyne.

"Hey, Jolyne!" As she sat in the cafeteria, eating the grub all the prisoners were given, her pal Foo Fighters had come to her. "You drinking that cup of water?"

"You can have it," Jolyne said, sliding the cup to Foo Fighters.

"Lucky!" F.F. was about to gulp it down before suddenly realizing something. "Oh yeah, Emporio said you should meet him in the ghost room. Something about your father's disc I think."

The statement made Jolyne jump up, now completely focused. Her father got his stand and memories stolen because of her, and while she was able to get his stand back his memories were still lost to him. Without them he was barely hanging onto his life, and Jolyne knew she had to save him somehow.

"Thanks F.F." Jolyne got up immediately. "I'll go right away."

The ghost room was hard to find if you didn't know what to look for. What looked like a crack on the wall too thin for someone to go through led to a room that used to be part of the prison but was destroyed in a fire. Standing in the center was a young boy in baseball clothes named Emporio, who greeted Jolyne expectantly.

"Miss Jolyne," he said. "I think we just got information on where your father's memory disk is."

Jolyne smiled. Finally, the danger she was facing to save her dad might be over. Her father could finally be saved.

"By the way," Emporio continued. "The surrounding staircase was empty before you came here, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What sort of stand can do something like that?" Emporio pointed to Jolyne's hand, which seemed to have become two connected on one wrist.

At first Jolyne was sure this was just Ermes's Kiss affecting her, and she just had to remove the sticker and it would stop. But there wasn't a sticker, and it didn't stop at the wrist. Her arm was splitting apart, her legs, her entire body. None of her clothes were following though, tearing apart and ripping away from her splitting body. Her mind started to spin, everything felt dizzy, she couldn't even say she had no idea what was going on.

Emporio just watched in shock as Jolyne continued to split, until it all stopped. They seemed **** at the moment, but there was undoubtably more than one Jolyne.