Buccellati listened to Giorno's story, how a gangster gave him a new lease on life, and how he met Rarity. He smiled as he kicked a soccer ball back to some kids. "Very well. I can tell you're being serious. I'll report that I wasn't able to find Luca's attacker, and let them know about the two of you so you can join our gang. Just be aware that if anyone finds out that you attacked Luca, or that you're planning on defeating our boss, I cannot help you. No one will help a traitor."

"You're stilling willing to help us get in though?," Giorno asked. "I can't deny our gang has been corrupt as of late," Buccellati admitted, "Luca was not liked among his peers for selling drugs to children, something the rest of us disliked. I myself have been hoping for a chance to overthrow the boss, who encouraged this behavior. You showed determination in trying to kill me, up until you saw that boy's arm. And your dream is worth its weight in gold. For that reason, I feel I can take my chance with you."

He walked with the couple and explained a few things. "Our organization is called Passione. It consists of 756 members, and has control of the hotels, the shipping ports, construction companies, funeral services, and restaurants." "Lucrative," Rarity noted. "Indeed," Buccellati replied, "Even members on the lowest rung of the ladder get paid a weekly total of fifty-thousand lire. We also reap profits from gambling, and drug trafficking." "So your boss has the family name Passione," Giorno said, "What about his first name?"

"Ah, there seems to be a misconception," Buccellati said, "Our boss did not give his name to the gang, he named it after the word for passion. No one in the gang has seen the boss's face, or know his name. Even I have not seen him. He gives his orders through a series of capos under his direct command. And we are going to meet one of them now. His name is Polpo, and he is the capo I answer to directly. He will be the one deciding if you both get in or not. He's just inside this building."

Giorno and Rarity looked at the building. "Isn't this a prison?," Rarity asked. "It is indeed," Buccellati said, "Polpo plead guilty to a minor crime some time ago, and he's serving a sentence of fifteen years incarceration. He's still able to send orders to the rest of the gang and still holds power in Passione. If he wanted to he could have used our connections to find himself innocent, or leave the prison, but he chooses to stay because he has no reason to leave. You'll understand why when you see him."

"So how will he decide if we're in or not?," Giorno asked. "That's up to him," Buccellati replied, "He'll be giving you an interview, the same as any other job. Should you pass he'll allow you into the gang. Just make sure he doesn't find out about Luca." "By the way," Rarity said, "You have a Stand of your own. Does anyone else in the gang have one?" "Pass the test and you'll find out," Buccellati said. And with that, he walked off. The couple looked at each other and nodded.

Getting into the prison was routine. The security asked for luggage, wristwatches, anything loose that could be removed. A female officer then performed a quick body check. When she was finished, she said, "Prisoner Number N-28, Polpo, is through that gate. Proceed straight down the hallway. You'll be separated by thick bullet-proof glass, but you'll still be able to speak with him. The glass won't break, but please refrain from touching it regardless. Also, you are not to hand over anything or receive anything. The gate will close behind you, but we'll be on hand just outside, so holler if there's trouble. You have fifteen minutes."

"Wait, we're going right to his cell?," Giorno asked. "I take it this is your first time meeting him," the guard said. Inside the cell seems lightly furnished, with a reading table with desk lamp, a few paintings on the wall, a toilet, and a large bed. Just then, the "bed" started to get up, revealing itself to be a rather large man that nearly took up the entire room. It was Polpo. Giorno and Rarity were surprised at this. "Ah, forgive me I was having a light nap when the gate slammed," Polpo said, "You must be Giorno and Rarita. Buccellati mentioned you."

He opened a nearby fridge. "Care for a drink? I have some excellent chianti classico, great with scamorza or caviar." "We were told we can't offer or receive anything," Giorno said. Polpo laughed as he got out a remote and pressed a button. A wall of his cell opened to reveal a small alcove with toys, books, musical instruments, guns, and a TV. "They only say that for protocol purposes. Humans tend to say and do different things. It's the beauty of humanity, and also it's ugly side. I want for nothing in here. My only regret staying in this cell is that I can't see Michelangelo's paintings on the Sistine Chapel. But I have plenty of other notable artworks from a variety of Italian artists."

The couple realized what Buccellati was getting at. It was clear that Polpo staying in prison was no different than him staying anywhere else. And with his body type, he was safer staying in prison. The real mystery was how he got into the cell in the first place. Polpo, meanwhile, was eyeing the duo. 'That girl is the one the boss struck with the arrow. Even after five years I recognize her. If she's still alive, that means she has a Stand. I normally only test people one at a time, but this is a chance I can't pass up. If she has a Stand strong enough to protect the boy...'

He bit into his cracker, his middle and ring finger being bitten off on the first knuckle. This was the trigger for his Stand, Black Sabbath. Now it would enter the object he wanted it to, and the test would begin. "So... Let's begin the examination." His fingers grew back, as they always did, and a nearby cuckoo clock went off. He lit the lighter that now held Black Sabbath. "There are many candidates who come to me looking to join Passione," Polpo said, "To separate them, I need something important. What would you say is the most important quality?"

"What they can do?," Giorno guessed. Polpo grinned. "And just what can you two do?" Giorno and Rarity grinned as they produced money and a wallet secretly swiped from the guard. "Impressive," Polpo said, "But what a person can do is not the only important thing. It also matters if the gang can trust the new recruit. If I find I can't trust someone looking to enter the gang, then how smart they are or how talented they are means as much as the chewed up cracker between my teeth."

A window opened in the cell door. "Take this lighter," Polpo said, "It's flame will be your test. Normally this test is meant for one at a time, but you both clearly trust each other implicitly, so I'll make an exception. You must not let the flame run out." He placed the lighter on the opening, where Giorno took it. "As was said by the seventeenth-century historian Fuller," Polpo explained, "He's my friend that speaks well of me behind my back. You must prove your trustworthiness, even when others aren't looking. You must guard the flame for twenty-four hours. The lighter has enough gas to keep lit for that long. If you return with the lighter still lit tomorrow at 3 PM, it'll be proof that you can be trusted."

Giorno looked at the lighter. "I know what you're thinking," Polpo said, "It couldn't be this easy, right? Don't take the test lightly. If you're careless you're certain to fail. You must have the wit and determination to see the test through to the end." The duo left, and found the test was already beginning when the guards insisted on another body check. But passing the lighter between them while still keeping it lit and hidden was easy. But that was only the easy part. They'd have to be on guard for the rest of the day if they hoped to enter the gang.

What I described from Polpo's test came from internet videos analyzing various points about Jojo. Search around Youtube for a while and I think you'll understand the direction I was going with this.