My name is Yoshikage Kira. I am thirty-three years old. I live in the villa district in the northeast of Morioh. I am not married. I have had many girlfriends. I have my own standards when it comes to beauty, and I have absolutely no interest in men.
I work at Kame Yu Department Store. I have to work until eight o'clock every night before I can go home.
I do not smoke. I only drink in moderation.
Every night at eleven o'clock, I go to bed without fail. I need a full eight hours of sleep. Before sleeping, I always drink a glass of warm milk and do about twenty minutes of warm-up exercises to warm up my body. This way, I can usually sleep soundly until morning.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel like a newborn baby. There is no trace of fatigue or stress on my body. Even the results of my health checkups show no abnormalities.
Furthermore, at times like these, I personally prepare a loving breakfast for my girlfriend.
I say all this only to tell you that I am someone who simply wishes to live a peaceful life at all times, and my sexual orientation is completely normal. I am absolutely not gay.
I am not bound by victory or defeat. I do not make enemies that would give me headaches or keep me awake all night. This is my philosophy of life and the source of my happiness.
This is how Yoshikage Kira has lived until now. Up until this point, I have never encountered any trouble I could not overcome.
Since this is my diary, I will speak plainly. Recently, I have encountered a rather troublesome matter.
I wonder if you know of da Vinci's Mona Lisa. When I was a child, I saw this painting in an art book. Although it was somewhat vulgar, when I saw her hands crossed over her knees...
That was my awakening.
From then on, I discovered that I had a great interest in hands — whether it was the flexibility of the joints, the smoothness and tenderness of the skin, or the white and adorable fingers. I liked them all.
Having such hands rub against my cheeks brings me a sense of calm.
Fifteen years ago, when I was eighteen, I could no longer suppress my desires...
So I acted.
I made a move on a young and beautiful girl. Her name was Reimi Sugimoto. I killed her and her family's dog. But because it was my first time, I was too nervous and failed to take those beautiful, captivating, soul-stirring hands with me.
It was truly regrettable...
However, ever since my father brought back an arrow from Egypt and I accidentally got cut by it, all these problems were solved.
I awakened a Stand that only I can see. I call that fellow Killer Queen. It possesses the ability to turn anything it touches into a bomb and detonate it.
With the help of this ability, I have killed forty-eight women with beautiful hands up until now.
You might ask, what does this have to do with the diary I am writing? Could it be that I feel guilty?
Of course not. What is wrong with Yoshikage Kira liking white, fragrant, soft, chewy, sweet, cute hands? I simply made a mistake that any man would make.
It is the same as someone liking legs in stockings, someone liking breasts with more fat, or someone liking sweaty armpits!
Let me return to the purpose of writing this diary. I will state it once more — my sexual orientation is normal! I am not gay!
It was probably a few days ago. On my way home from work, from afar, through the car window, I saw the hands of a golden-haired beauty.
I swear, those were the most beautiful hands I have ever seen, hands that could ignite my desires. Compared to the hands of a god, I suppose the only difference is that there are no two holes in the palms.
Almost in an instant, that... although it is a little embarrassing, I still...
The hands coming toward me made me restless. I, Yoshikage Kira, am a devoted person. In order to welcome my new girlfriend, I unhesitatingly detonated the girlfriend I had just started dating three days ago, blowing her away until not even a single hair remained.
Just as I finished tidying up my appearance and the car had driven forward some distance, I glanced at the rearview mirror and looked behind. I saw the owner of those hands...
My nightmare began from that moment...
Hands so beautiful and perfect, hands that were in no way inferior to those of the Mona Lisa, hands that could almost be called the best in the world... Their owner turned out to be a man!!!
What kind of joke is this? Yoshikage Kira actually fell for a man's hands?!
I was furious. I wanted nothing more than to kill him. Yet when I drove a little farther and could no longer see that golden-haired man, I discovered that I still could not stop thinking about it...
Can a man's (hands) really be this beautiful...
No, this is impossible... This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible!!! (The handwriting here is stained with a large amount of blood and a few bitten-off fingernails)
I am not gay. I am not gay. Hahahaha. How could Yoshikage Kira, who has always pursued a peaceful life and never wanted to attract attention, possibly be gay? Hahahaha...
These past few days have been like a nightmare...
Huu. In other words, this man has become a source of trouble that prevents me from sleeping. Because of the existence of those hands, I have not looked for a new girlfriend for several days in a row.
After enduring this torment for so long, I have finally decided to settle things today. I will find that man and turn everything except those hands of his into bombs, then detonate them!
How could a pair of white, fragrant, soft, chewy, sweet, cute hands possibly have a gender...
...
At the same time, on the other side.
Dio also encountered a problem.
On the path he and Silver Bullet had to take to return home, a small alley suddenly appeared out of nowhere. This alley did not exist in either his own memories or the memories of the small dinosaurs.
"Where exactly does this path lead?" Dio slightly narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin with his right hand, seriously pondering the question.
Faced with this bizarre situation, Dio's intuition regarding victory and defeat told him that once he walked down this path, there would be no turning back.
At this moment, he had three choices.
First, avoid this strange alley and take the long way home. Taking the long way was actually the shortest shortcut.
Second, the song of humanity is the song of courage. The greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage. Walk straight in with a more courageous attitude than anyone else.
Third, figure everything out. Diego Brando is a 『Thirsty One』. A 『thirst』 stronger than anyone else's will lead him to victory. He will 『seize』 it at all costs.
The answer seemed obvious.
Sniff... sniff sniff...
Dio raised his head and carefully memorized the scents around him.
"It just rained. The smell of earth in the air is quite strong. It seems no one lives inside. There is no human scent..."
Dio transformed one of his claws into a dinosaur form and lightly scratched. He tore several threads from his glove and threw them onto the ground.
These threads visibly changed shape, transforming into several small, light-gray Velociraptors with slender bodies, dark spots, and sharp teeth in their mouths.
"You lot go scout ahead."
The small Velociraptors roared and charged one after another into the depths of the alley.
Dio felt somewhat uneasy. He also manifested a pterosaur and had it fly above the alley to map out the layout.
"Gaaah——"
Unlike the Velociraptors, after the pterosaur entered the alley, it had only flown about five meters high when it seemed to crash into something and fell straight down.
On the other side, the Velociraptors were not faring well either.
The aggressive Velociraptor legion turned the entire alley upside down and successfully found the exit, preparing to report back to Dio.
"That is enough. Turn around and tell me about the situation inside the alley."
A familiar voice sounded behind the Velociraptor legion. However, it lacked its usual closeness and instead sounded sinister and cold.
"Gaaah!"
No matter what, the Velociraptors were products of Scary Monsters. They would not fail to recognize Dio's voice. They roared once and turned their heads to bite behind them.
An anomaly suddenly occurred!
The instant the Velociraptors turned their heads, hundreds of pale white hands appeared. They grabbed the bodies of the Velociraptors one by one, tore them into pieces, and dragged them backward.
Dio, who had been staring at the exit the entire time: Impressive...
"An alley you cannot turn back in, huh..." The skin at the corners of Dio's eyes cracked. His excellent dynamic vision took in everything. Then he smiled confidently. "Interesting! Bring more to entertain kono Dio!"
Step!
Dio rolled up his sleeves, pulled Split Soul Katana out from a spatial rift, and stepped into that unknown alley with one foot.
"Mr. Dio... Please do not make a move. Listen carefully to what I am about to say."
Just as Dio walked up to a red mailbox, a girl with short light-pink hair suddenly appeared in front of him. Both arms were raised above her head with her palms open, as if showing goodwill and indicating that she was not a threat.
A woman? How did she appear? And she knows me...
Dio's eyes moved. His gaze locked firmly onto the unfamiliar woman in front of him, like a predator that had found its prey.
Thanks to her completely non-threatening behavior, Dio did not attack immediately. The hand holding Split Soul Katana slowly lowered as he asked, "...Do you know me?"
"I do not know you. I am only addressing you by the initials on your hat. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Reimi Sugimoto. I live nearby." Reimi Sugimoto seemed very nervous. Her gaze kept darting away, not daring to meet Dio's eyes, yet her voice was firm and powerful. "I will get straight to the point. You have been targeted by a serial killer!"
"A serial killer? Targeting who? Me?"
"Mm. A hand-fetish serial killer. He lives in Morioh and hides here, living a peaceful life." Reimi Sugimoto pointed at Dio's hands and exclaimed in admiration. "The reason I am so certain is not only because your hands are quite beautiful. I can feel that you have already met him. That is why you can see this alley that ordinary people cannot see."
Tch. What a waste of expressions!
"I see. How terrifying. If there is nothing else, I will go home and eat." Dio instantly lost interest and walked straight past Reimi Sugimoto to leave.
"Please wait!"
Reimi Sugimoto resolutely blocked Dio's path. Her lively pink eyes were filled with tears. "Please believe me. I was the first person he killed. I remain here like an earthbound spirit. In the past, I was unable to stop others from being killed by him. But you can see me. I cannot allow you to follow in my footsteps!"
Dio turned his head and asked word by word, "What did you just say?"
"I cannot allow you to be killed as well!"
"No..."
Dio's expression turned ferocious. He leaned in close to Reimi Sugimoto until she could even see the dense rows of dinosaur fangs.
"You said you are a soul." Dio extended a hand, trembling as he tried to touch Reimi Sugimoto's face.
"You are a soul left in this world by the obsession of someone who has already passed..."