"Home again...," the boss said as he arrived at Sardegna, "When I first founded Passione, I never thought I'd have reason to return. It's rather bittersweet. But I've no time to reminisce." He looked at the spot where he had taken the picture. "Staying here and waiting could only get me spotted. But at the same time I can't go wandering the streets. Someone might recognize me." He got out a cell phone. "Doppio. I need your assistance in this matter."

Vinegar Doppio sighed as he dusted himself off. Just a few moments ago he had tried to save a kid who was walking into the street chasing a cricket while a truck was coming in. All he got for his troubles was some yelling and a busted bag. "This just isn't my day." "You seem to be having a string of bad luck," said a male voice nearby. Doppio turned to see a fortune teller. The man had the usual tricks, including a tarot deck and crystal ball. Doppio looked at the tarot cards he held. "I don't think I've seen that design before."

"It's inspired from an old mentor of mine," the man explained, "I am DeKurliss. I make a living telling other people's destinies. Would you like to have your fortune told?" "No thanks," Doppio said, "I can't even read horoscopes without getting nervous." DeKurliss smiled. "You were born here in Sardegna, correct? And it has been some time since you lived here." "Anyone can tell that from the clothes I'm wearing," Doppio argued. "Perhaps the tourist part," DeKurliss argued, "But how could I know where you were born without evidence?"

Doppio blinked. "Just who are you?" "I used to serve a powerful man," DeKurliss explained, "But fate decided it did not want him ruling everything. Now I seek his successor. Tell me, does the name Enya Geil ring a bell?" Doppio tapped his chin. "Yeah, vaguely. I think the boss sold her some ancient arrows a long time ago. He told me about it once." "I sense a duality in you," DeKurliss said, "Light and dark. The light knows not the dark, but with that secret you have claimed many victories."

He looked at Doppio. "And I think, perhaps, you know the name... Giorno Giovanna." Doppio gasped. "Okay, now you have my attention... How do you know that name?" "He is my late master's son," DeKurliss explained, "Your boss, if you choose to call him that, knows not that fate is against him. While Giorno will never walk his father's path, he is still fated for greatness." He observed a mud splatter on Doppio's pants. "And I think I know the reason for this duality. That splotch indicates you are seeking your daughter, who you have not seen in fifteen years."

"But I'm only seventeen," Doppio pointed out. "From your perspective," DeKurliss suggested, "But I wonder if you are using the right perspective." He held up a simple mirror. "Beautiful Stranger!" Before Doppio's eyes, the mirror turned ornate, and in the mirror was an image of Trish. "Hey, that's the boss's daughter! But weren't you talking about my daughter?" "You saw the image?," DeKurliss asked, "How strange... You must be a Stand user. Only Stand users can see the image." He chuckled. "That Loser, Nukesaku, never could."

Doppio chuckled. "Sorry, I don't actually have a Stand. But the boss loans me his from time to time." "Stands don't work like that," DeKurliss assured him, "They are connected to the soul. Your boss's power, it's short range and has the ability to erase a few seconds of time, correct?" Doppio blinked. "You know that too?" "That is not the sort of power that can be loaned out by the user's will," DeKurliss said, "The only way a Stand can pass to a non-Stand user is if it has something to do with its power. Are you suggesting that your boss can take a piece of his own soul and implant it in you?"

He grinned. "Or perhaps... He's done so already, for far longer than you realize. Tell me... What year is it?" "Uh...," Doppio said, "Well... It's 1984... I think." DeKurliss grinned as he held up a newspaper, the date reading 2001. "What the heck?," Doppio asked, "I know I was born in 1967, and I know I'm seventeen. Did I get my birth year wrong?" "Or perhaps," DeKurliss suggested, "You got your age wrong... Diavolo..." Doppio's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body seemed to progress in age at an accelerated rate.

"You're lucky we're alone here," the man DeKurliss referred to as Diavolo said, "But it was foolish of you to peddle yourself on the side of the road." "Now now," DeKurliss said, "Don't think I'm not in contact with Enya or our other allies. If I go missing, they'll see it as an insult. And lest you forget... Enya also knows about you. And we have one more powerful Stand user that can deal with you. Tell me, Diavolo... Can you erase your identity without your Stand to help you?" The implication was not lost on Diavolo, and he backed down.

"Fine, you've made your point," Diavolo said, "But before I go, I must ask you a favor. There's a loose end I need to tie up before dealing with my daughter." He held up a photo of a pale-skinned man with red and black eyes. "This man's name is Risotto. He's the last surviving member of a group of assassins that once worked for me. I'm certain he's still looking for her, so I need to deal with him." DeKurliss took the photo and observed it, then looked into Beautiful Stranger.

"It seems he is coming to Sardegna. He seeks revenge for the rest of his allies. And it seems... He blames you more than he blames the gang you set against him." Diavolo thought about this. "Well... That makes things easier." "He knows now," DeKurliss warned. Diavolo looked confused. "Your other half," DeKurliss clarified, "I have planted the seed. The death of others gives you strength, but for each person you fail to kill, suffering is returned to you." The next second, Diavolo was gone and DeKurliss' crystal ball was shattered. "How rude..."

Yep, DeKurliss makes a return. But I'm not offing him just yet. As for why he's here, he can more easily rattle Doppio's worldview than the random fortune teller he meets in canon.

And it's necessary for future events that Doppio's worldview gets challenged...