I'm sure you know who this chapter is teasing. Time for world-building!

Though I'm not sure what Araki was thinking with this major reveal...

"It's just as we feared," Rarity said as she ran through the files, "I ran the data we have through state police, Interpol, even my grandfather's connections to Speedwagon. There's no record of the fingerprints or facial profile. We can assume the boss either had enough resources from the gang to move mountains, or he made good use of King Crimson to erase all traces of his record." "What about the local records?," Abbacchio asked, "The boss considered this his home, surely there must be something."

Rarity shook her head. "Even the Sardinian police have nothing on him. Something about the boss makes him paranoid enough to want his face erased from everyone's minds. You'd think it was something world shattering, but if that was the case there's no way he'd be able to erase his identity so easily." Trish was looking at a plaster molding they had made from the imprint Abbacchio created. "Maybe we're thinking too deeply about this," Fugo suggested, "Maybe the boss really is just overly paranoid. Still, even then, you'd think he'd have birth records or something."

"First thing I checked," Rarity said, "If they ever did exist, he got those too." Trish suddenly looked up. They were inside Coco Jumbo, Narancia, Mista, and Giorno outside. "I felt it just now...," Trish said, "My father... He's somewhere on this beach!" "He must have finally recovered from his earlier fight," Buccellati realized, "But we can't attack him right now." He tapped his chin. "Rarity, try looking up records of the deceased. If the boss faked his death, he wouldn't bother to erase those records, at least not right away."

Rarity looked into it, but still nothing. "He's even thought of that, it seems." "Guess we'll just have to pound the pavement," Abbacchio suggested, "Find someone in Sardegna who saw the boss fifteen years ago." "That would be dangerous with the boss so close," Buccellati argued. 'Or maybe,' came a voice over the computer, heavily altered so as to be unrecognizable, 'Your search is already over.' "Who is this?," Rarity asked. 'Someone who's been hoping for people investigating the man you've been looking into.'

"Who do you work for!?," Buccellati demanded. 'You could say I'm a friend of Giorno's family,' the voice replied, 'Or to be more specific, the part of his blood that guides the stars.' Rarity looked at Buccellati. "He's probably referring to the star-shaped birthmark on Giorno's neck. According to Grandpapa, it's a birthmark associated with the Joestar family. And Giorno... Well, it's complicated, but he shares that blood." She turned to the computer. "How do you know the man we're looking for?"

'I know his name is Diavolo,' the voice replied, 'If you have any reservations about trusting me, I can understand. But I know quite a bit about him. I have been chasing him for fifteen years now, and I could use some help. Especially since his Stand, King Crimson, can erase time.' The group looked at each other. "Very well," Buccellati said, "You have our attention." It was clear that this couldn't be a member of Passione, or else he wouldn't know King Crimson's power and still be alive.

"Can you tell us your name?," Trish asked. 'Not here,' the voice replied, 'If I could trace your search, it's possible members of your former gang could, and that could lead Diavolo to me. I've encountered him once before, and only beat him with help from a friend. It is possible to outwit him, but his power is invincible. At best, you can only buy time until you somehow manage to damage him directly. And even then, he will simply decide to retreat, live to fight another day. You must take him out immediately once you start attacking him, which is impossible with his power.'

"I was able to hold him at bay with my own power," Rarity argued. 'Were you? That's a little surprising. Still, he's had years to perfect his power, and he may find a way to take you out now that he knows what you can do. But I know of something that may just solve our problems. Meet me in Rome, in person. There I've hidden something you may be familiar with.' A picture appeared of a very familiar arrow. "That's the arrow!," Rarity realized, "One of the ones that gave most of us our Stand powers!"

"It is similar," Fugo noted, "But look at the beetle design on it. Almost like this arrow is more... Complete." 'Yes, it's different from the other six. And yes, I know how many there are. You'll understand why when we meet. Diavolo has been using this arrow to take advantage of others, but he does not know it's true power! I do, and for good reason! So meet me in Rome, and I'll share this arrow with you! Using it, you may acquire a power greater than King Crimson!'

Meanwhile Doppio had returned to the beach where he fought Risotto. He had a new phone now, which he answered as he made the ringing sounds again. 'This is bad,' came Diavolo's voice, 'I wasn't able to get to Abbacchio, and now they have my face. Worse still, they've just left Sardegna. They must have discovered something even I don't know!' "But they shouldn't have had any time to find anything," Doppio noted, "What could suddenly send them running from Sardegna?"

'If I knew that, I wouldn't be feeling fear even as we speak,' Diavolo pointed out, 'You must chase them down, Doppio! But... Not alone. As much as it disgusts me to, I will also be sending Cioccolata and Secco...' Doppio felt a shiver run down his spine. "Tell me you're not serious, boss... Is this situation so dire you'd actually send them?" 'Much as it pains me to admit... It is. I never would have thought I'd ask filth like them for assistance, but Buccellati's group has left me no alternative.' Doppio sighed. 'I don't like where this is going.'

"A meteorite crash?," Giorno asked, having joined the group in Coco Jumbo after they hopped a speedboat off Sardegna. 'Yes. There's a famous meteorite crater in Cape York, Greenland. It's been said to have crashed there thousands of years ago. In 1978, a group of eleven surveyors were conducting a survey for mineral resources within the crater. But two of them developed severe tumors from some unknown disease and died within forty-eight hours.'

"How could any virus survive in that region?," Fugo asked, "That's out in the tundra, one of the coldest environments on the planet. Normal bacteria and viruses couldn't possibly exist." 'No one is truly sure,' the voice replied, 'But how they contracted it is no mystery. Doctors studying the men learned they had fallen inside the crater, and received minor lacerations to their hands and feet. It's possible that a virus had slept for millennia within that crater, and entered their bloodstream from the cuts. It was agreed that the virus likely came from the meteorite.'

"What does all this have to do with the arrow?," Giorno asked. 'Simple. One of the men was observed to undergo tremendous physical changes, and while he was lying unconscious, he suddenly shot lightning out of his hands, like a stun gun. The bolts burned the fingers off one of the doctors treating him.' "A Stand power?," Fugo wondered. 'Likely,' the voice agreed, 'Because what's left of that rock can be found in the arrows, and other similar artifacts. I know, because some friends of mine tested the composition of the arrow.'

"But why didn't the man survive having a Stand like we do?," Buccellati asked. 'I'm not sure of the specifics, but I do know the virus performs a culling of life. And these arrows aren't the only things observed to have been carved from the meteorite. An Egyptian blacksmith used some of it to fashion a sword, which his own Stand eventually inhabited. Most who encounter the virus die, but those that can survive gain new powers. And this virus can apparently be passed through generations safely.'

"So our power merely came from some virus that we were able to survive?," Abbacchio asked, "That kinda ruins the image we have of them." 'Believe me, as a Stand user myself I share your disappointment. But for better or worse, this is the origin of Stand power. I know of at least seven arrows made from that meteorite. All but one are in the hands of some friends of mine. So... Will you meet with me?' "Any advantage we can have over Diavolo would be welcomed," Fugo noted, "We can't just rely on phenomenon that he can't stop."

Buccellati nodded. "Very well, we'll meet with you. How should we do this?" 'I'll be at the Coliseum,' the voice replied, 'You won't have to wait long to find me, I'll be there at all times of the day until you arrive.' And with that, the line was cut. "So who do you think our mysterious new benefactor is?," Rarity asked. "He must be well connected," Giorno noted, "To know about my connection, limited as it is, to the Joestar family. Also he's clearly foreign. He used 'Rome' as opposed to 'Roma'."

As the group reached the mainland, Mista saw a few drunkards arguing about where to do their business. As one drunkard tried to pry his friend off of the fountain, something horrific happened. Before Mista's eyes, the second man's body seemed to stretch an unnatural length. In reality, something had eaten away at his body until it was in two pieces, as well as tearing his arm off. "Shit!," Mista called out, "We have a new enemy, and he's attacking indiscriminately!" He then noticed some sort of mold appearing on his hand.