The moment Giorno reached his house, his body tensed up. His alarms were setting off and his gut feeling was telling him to run, to get out of there while he still had a chance. He started to get nervous, something was wrong and he didn't know what it was. He looked around, trying to find a sign of anything that looked suspicious. He didn't find anything though, just the awful silence of his dirty neighborhood.

Ignoring his heart and all his senses, he decided to walk into the house anyways. Maybe he was just making up stuff.....ya it was just an overreaction to things. He tends to do that according to his mother. It was just like all the times he's tried asking her for food when his stomach felt like it was eating itself as a child and his protruding ribs started to irritate him. It's a horrible habit he's gotten into he noticed, always blowing the things in his life out of proportion. He was fine, he always will be fine. He just needs to stop complaining.

Giorno walked up to the front door step and slowly pulled open the door to the house. Unlike the silence he expected, he was greeted with the shouts of both his Mother and his Stepfather fighting which would have been fine if not for the fact that there was a suitcase by the door.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT, HOW DARE YOU FUCKING USE ME LIKE THIS," His stepfather roared.

"Oh, shut up! You're to busy fucking with drugs and little kids you f*g, go fuck off!" His mother turned around, going to pick up her suitcase but before she could she ment eyes with Giorno.

"Oh lookie here, you're little fuck toy is back," Giorno's mother looked her son up and down before smirking.

["Wait until he finds your little toys Haruno,"] she said, smirking at him. He's never seen her like this before in recent memory.

["W-what...."] he replied.

["You're a little sissy, keeping a toy in your room like that,"] she replied, taking some of her long, black hair and twirling it around on her finger.

Giorno grew silent, not knowing where this conversation was going. How did she find out about Kero Kero-kun and Haru-chan? Did she do something with them? But he thought she didn't even care about him..how could this be?

["Haruno, your little toys are gone. I threw them away, I'm not raising some freak,"] She sang, walking right up to him and getting in his face.

Giorno felt his face become two shades darker in a mix of frustration and embarrassment. His best friends were gone, just like that but that also means his mother snooped around in his room. Something about that made him feel violated, the only safe place in his house was broken into and he didn't know how to feel about it. He was practically a human furnace. He was so nervous and his mother had never gotten this close to him before.

He looked into her eyes, searching for anything. Maybe this was a misunderstanding that he wasn't getting. All that was behind her gaze was pure hatred. There was nothing as her face became neutral and her eyelashes veiled her eyes.

["I'm leaving Haruno, I hope you enjoy messing around with my husband for now on. This has been your plan all along, huh? Pretending to be hurt. You're nothing but a whore, stupid useless prick,"] Giorno's mother stood up, brused her cherry red dress off and sized up her son.

["Wait Mom, please do-,"] before Giorno could finish his sentence, his mother's hands flew into the air and smacked him right in the face. He fell down from shock, not expecting his mother to touch him like that. Sure she would push him around but he's never known her to strike him. His cheek stung as he sat on the ground, staring at her dumbfounded.

She turned around and faced his stepfather who had been watching the whole thing confused on what they were saying but still angry.

"I'm leaving now, don't try to find me unless you want to go to jail. I'm not taking Haruno either, I don't need him anymore." She said and flipped her hair before leaving the house grabbing her suitcase on the way out.

It stayed silent for a while. Giorno was still stunned by what had happened a couple of minutes prior and his stepfather was uncomfortably silent.

Suddenly, his stepfather stood up and started walking towards him. He quickly stood up, snapped out of his trance and was about to run up the stairs before anything happened but he felt his stepfather's hands roughly tug at his skinny arms.

"WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING,HUH?!" His stepfather shouted, spit flying out of his mouth. Giorno froze and put his head down. He could feel his stepfather's sharp and dirty nails dig into his already bruised arm. He tried to stifle a whimper but it still came out anyway.

"S-sorry..s-sir," he stuttered back, starting to shake.

His stepfather took him and slammed him onto the ground, Giorno's head slamming into the ground first. He felt his ears ring as he curled into himself.

"THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Giorno's stepfather started kicking him over and over again. The food he had eaten had started making it's way out of his stomach and his body ached more and more. One rather strong kick into his stomach forced Giorno's mouth bad before long Giorno was puking all over his stepfather.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WHY YOU LITTLE.." His stepfather grumbled, grabbing onto his head and throwing Giorno's head up. Large chunks of his hair were ripped out of his scull and his head started pounding. Everything was fuzzy as the ringing in his ears worsened and he struggled to get his eyes to focus.

"You're just askin for it huh? You deserve this you know, always being fucking narasicisstic. You're nothing but a leach Giorno."

He felt himself slump onto the floor as his stepfather dropped him onto the floor again. The unzipping of his fathers pants was heard and before long Giorno could see the belt that he had strived to avoid. Before he could fully register what was happening, he could hear the cracking of the air around him and the belt made harsh contact to his back.

Giorno yelled in pain and he tried to cover himself again, curled up in fetal permission.

"You did this to me, you made her leave, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" His stepfather continued to shout as he hit him harder and harder. Giorno felt his back sting as pain as he felt the metallic part of the belt dig into his skin. He started bleeding, brushes blistering all over his body.

His body shook even worse as he started feeling light headed. At some point Giorno's stepfather had grabbed him again and started choking him. Tears started flowing out of his eyes and his face blued and he begged for his stepfather to let him breathe. He didn't even know what he did wrong. No matter how much he tried to avoid conflict it always seemed to find him everywhere he went and now he was going to die. He was going to die and the last thing he would see is his stepfather's angry face.

Before he could fully pass out his stepfather let go of his neck and threw him onto the couch. He started coughing, trying to take in any amount of air he could. His vision started to get better as he looked around frankly trying to anticipate his stepfather's next attack.

The moment he laid eyes on him, Giorno's heart dropped. There standing next to Giorno was his stepfather pants off and looking at him with a lust filled gaze.

No, not again..

Why does this have to happen again?

"Please don't do this, please im sorry I'll do anything but not THAT," he choked out, begging his stepfather to stop.

The man ignored him, attempting to take off Giorno's clothing.

"No, please please, I don't want this. Please I beg you to have mercy. I'll stop being burned just don't do this," Giorno was hysterical, crying and kicking his stepfather off.

DON'T TOUCH ME DON'T TOUCH ME DONT TOUCH ME

"SHUT IT! YOU FUCKING DID THUS TO YOURSELF YOU WHORE!" His stepfather's beat him up even more to shut him up.

Slowly, Giorno felt his clothes being pulled to his body. Everytime time he felt his stepfather's hands on his skin he would sob.

It hurt, it hurt so bad. His stepfather kept forcing himself in and Giorno shook so violently that he couldn't control his breathing. He tried time and time again to get out but his stepfather always went harder every time he tried.

"This is for your own good," he would say.

"You deserve this."

"You're filthy Giorno, let me cleanse you."

He started feeling aroused somewhere mixed in with the pain that ran through his body and it made him feel disgusted. Time slowed more and more and before long Giorno was in a limbo somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. His legs were numb and to some extent he himself had grown numb.

When his stepfather was finished with him he promptly passed out, falling on top of Giorno. He was so tired, he didn't have any energy or motivation to push him off. So, uncomfortable and hurting all over, Giorno layed on the couch and just stared into the ceiling the whole night. He didn't sleep, all he could think about is how fast the day had gone horribly. He was so happy earlier, talking to people he had never thought he'd ever talk too. But now he was in his dingy house, naked and in pain as his stepfather crushed him.

His sleep and his support system was gone, Kero Kero-kun and Haru-chan...he really wished they were still there with him. They were the only things keeping him sane and now they were gone..

Sometime in the middle of the night, Giorno's stepfather shifted his position which allowed Giorno to slip out of the couch. He picked up his clothes and limped to the bathroom. He didn't even take a bath this time. He only treated his wounds and used the bathroom, making sure to wipe away the blood on his bottom.

The moment Giorno reached his room he looked in his closet. Maybe his mother hadn't thrown away Kero Kero-kun and Haru-chan, maybe she was lying he thought but they weren't where he had left them.

He tore apart his room, becoming more and more fanatic the more time had passed. By the time it was 1am in the morning, he was curled up in a fetal position in his closet and just cried.

He cried about his mother leaving.

He cried about his two best friends in the whole entire world being torn away from him.

And he actually cried about how he was so useless. Everytime he managed to mess up something. He was such a screw up. He wished he never talked to Narancia that day in the bathroom because then he wouldn't have to subject him with his presence. All he ever did was lie to everyone.

He lied countless times to teachers, to classmates but especially to himself. He promised himself that maybe things were better and deep down he knew that on April 16th he probably would have chickens out of killing himself. But not anymore. He sees now just how harmful his presence is in the world.

Imagine how many happy families he's torn apart. Even poor Marco from eiller was suffering just for stating a fact whether he knew it or not. He was just a good for nothing blonde whore. The only thing of value was his body but even that was tainted. Everyday he would earn another bruise on his body. There was nowhere on his skin that looked somewhat normal anymore.

He was basically purple and blue and green all over and he was sick of it. If he just died then everything would be over...everything.

Slowly, Giorno got up and headed towards the floorboard where he knew a knife had been. He had put it there after its previous use and started cutting his arms.

He cut because he wanted to feel in control again.

He cut because he wanted to feel happy.

He cut because he wanted to die. He wanted so badly that it made him go crazy.

That night, instead of falling into a dreamless sleep, Giorno passed out from blood loss, his arms and legs deep gashed through them.

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When Giorno woke up the next day he was extremely dizzy and his body burned from all directions. He sat up in hazy confusion, not remembering much of anything. All he knew was that his mother had left and gotten rid of...them. He guessed his stepfather probably did something too but he actively tried not to think out that today.

He attempted to stand but quickly fell over again, hissing in pain. In defeat, he crawled to the bathroom instead and grabbed the first aid kit before quickly crawling back in his room. He wrapped himself up, ignoring the amount of blood pouring out onto the floors.

Maybe he shouldn't go to school today, he thought after he was finished. He didn't want to do anything anymore. There was no motivation and his body was dying. He was dying and he didn't care. Slowly he crawled into his bed and layed down staring at nothing and everything at the same time.

His mind wandered into the faraway depth of his memories. He tries to remember the times he was truly happy even though these times had been few and far between.

He remembers being five, finally being allowed of the confines of his small apartment, small suitcase in hand. It was the first time he'd been out with his mother and also the last time he'd ever been in japan. He would miss the sakura trees but he was excited because his momma finally was paying attention to him. They went shopping that day, she had even bought him a little putting pack.

By 3pm they were at an airport. It was the first time little Haruno has seen an airplane with his own two eyes. He was mesmerized by the giant machined that swore in the sky, free. He liked them alot, though he didn't really get to admire them a lot as his mother had dragged him away from the window. Before he knew it, they were inside of one. He was ecstatic! There were nice people who would come and give him snacks or food. The curry and Miso soup were his favorite.

After the fight he ended up in Italy, a majestic place it was. The first time he met his stepfather, he was shy but the man was nice. He would help Haruno with learning Italian, sometimes he would let him sit in his lap and they would watch a tv show together but his touches were always kinda weird so Haruno didn't really like doing that much. Everything in his life had been perfect then, his stepfather never beat him and his mother was never annoyed by his presence.

But then his stepfather started selling drugs for money which turned into him using those drugs in turn. He then started drinking and before Haruno knew it the man had spiraled out of control. His mother watched it all go down but she didn't care. All she wanted was to go out and party all day with her new Italian friends who happened to be men. Haruno was left alone with a monster who would constantly hurt him and maybe he deserved it. If only he had tried to help, then none of the things that happened to him would have..will happen. In his eyes he was 100% responsible.

Ya it was his fault, he should have died a long time ago.

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When Bruno stepped into the classroom today, he had expected his class to be as rowdy as usual, thus was a middle school after all but it was silent. The kids looked uncomfortable and somewhat guilty. Well, they deserved it, he wasn't going to deal with there shit anymore. He looked over to his kids, who looked bored out of their minds. What had caught him off guard was that Giorno wasn't their. He had never known the boy to be absent, in fact he had a perfect attendance record.

Bruno grew concerned but shook his head, he had a job to do right now. He just hopes that Giorno contacts him soon. He was getting more and more worried as the days passed. Maybe Fugo and Trish know? Giorno had been pretty close to them lately. He'd ask them after class.

Today he didn't greet his students either, he was still mad at them.

"Well, since the situation yesterday happened I have something I like for all you to do." He said, passing around a packet. The kids in his class looked confused.

"In this packet I'm passing around stories of students from different schools who have been bullied, I'd like you all to read at least one of them and in the back write about how it affected that person's life. I have provided a warning for some of the stories as they include trigger warning for those who need them. Please have this done by tomorrow as I intend to have a discussion about this." He informed his class. A couple of students signed, not wanting to do anything that morning.

Bruno looked over at his students before giving them one of his soft sad smiles.

"Please know that I'm doing this for educational purposes, if-if you're being bullied or have anything going please talk to me. I want you all to feel comfortable in this school because I care so much about all of you. I want you all to grow up being proud and happy." He smiled, this time a genuine one. The tense atmosphere surrounding all of them before had all but dissipated. Bruno even decided to put on some soft music to help them relax.

By the end of the class, the kids had all finished their assignments and were talking to each other quietly. He took time to go up to Fugo and Trish to chat with them a little.

"Hey guys," he greeted.

"Ah, what's up Bruno," Trish perked up.

"Trish, you can't call him that in school," Fugo whispered in response.

"It's fine Fugo, hey have you gotten any kind of message from Giorno? I saw you guys hangout yesterday so I wanted to check."

"Ah, Giorno?" Fugo replied, "Well I really don't have his number, Nara does and he never said anything about it. Sorry.."

"Don't worry about that Panna, it's not your fault," he replied, messing with Fugo's hair a bit.

"Hmmp, whatever...don't call me that..'' Fugo mumbled.

The bell rang shortly afterward and he bid his children farewell. He sighed, picking up his things and going back to the counseling office to gather his thoughts.

Where exactly had Giorno gone?

Was he safe?

These thoughts kept running through his head but he forced them away. Only time will tell he guesses.

Giorno didn't show up to school for the rest of the week, ignoring the text from Narancia. His father didn't reply to any of the absent emails that the school had been sending.

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For the rest of the week, Giorno fell in and out of consciousness. His body and mind were in a state of limbo, half responsive but also tired. The only time he would get up was to please his stepfather in his every needs. Without his mother in the house who, he admits was the only one paying for anything, he was forced to take on the quote on quote "Women's" role which consisted of basic human necessity like cleaning or cooking.

He also was forced to take care of his stepfather's...other desires. He would often be forced to touch his stepfather inappropriately to get him off or other things Giorno didn't want to acknowledge even happened.

Everyday was a nightmare. His stepfather forced him to go out and find money. He had told him to use his body but Giorno had horrible social anxiety so he went for good ole' pick pocketing instead. He was already good at it so it wasn't a big deal. He also became somewhat of a scam artist. His stellar acting was great for tricking tourists to give him their money.

By Saturday, Giorno was famished and tried. He hadn't even had a good meal to keep him energized. Every night, the scars multiplied and he started crying himself to sleep. At the rate he was going, Giorno doubted he'd even make it for the next few days. He couldn't take this torment anymore. He was done with everything. It feels like he says it all the time but he actually intends on acting on it now.

The thought of dying gave him great peace. He finally would be out of everyones hair. The relentless pain will pass and he'd be free! He did a little thinking on how he wanted to actually do it.

There was a nice bridge to buy the pounds he used to frequent to look at all the animals while he was a kid. It sounds nice, dying by the nature that surrounds him. He could even look at the flowers blooming in the fields before he was gone. He daydreamed on how the nice spring breeze would feel in his hair or how relaxing it would be to bask in the sun.

If there's a slim chance, he hopes to be reincarnated into a butterfly. It'd be a nice change from being the human equivalent of a roach.

But what about Mr.Bucciarati?

Or Narancia and Mista?

Or even Fugo and Trish?

How would they feel? He supposes they might be a little distraught at first but they'd probably be happy afterwards. He was a parasite on them and even though he was even in their lives briefly, he's probably caused them so much embarrassment.

This is the only way they would forgive him, he was sure of it. But he still had to hold onto his promise to himself, not until he turned 14. He doesn't know why he set the goal but it's only a few days away. It was nice...experiencing what having friends was like he'd have to admit. It's a shame he was born a failure.

In another way, maybe he could be happy.

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The day of Giorno's birthday began like any other from the horrible, chipped paint on the walls to the creaking floorboards. Giorno sat up, feeling well rested and at ease. He was at peace, knowing what a big day it was. It felt more like a nice Saturday morning then a Tuesday. Stretching, Giorno crept out of his bed, standing in his noticeably empty room.

On the weekend he had resorted to getting rid of all his things so his stepfather could have one less thing to worry about. He also gave his stepfather the most pleasure he could get as that day would be his last.

Giorno still felt gross and sore but he didn't mind, he told himself. This was his last day. He had considered writing a note to his parents but he had no idea where his mother had gone and his stepfather probably won't care for one.

Instead, he finally got out that piece of paper Bucciarati had given him with his contact information and added his phone number into his phone. He also decided to message Narancia, he deserves to know what's going to happen to him anyways.

Giorno to Mr.Bucciarati:

Hey Mr. Bucciarati, it's me Giorno. I know tou told me your contact information if I needed help but Im texting you to tell you im no longer going to need it. I appreciate all the times you have attempted to help me but please don't worry yourself when im gone. I know it will stressful, but I believe you will overcome it. I've always admired you sir and im sorry I was too weak to take you up on that offer. Soon I'll be with the fish, in the field, in the breeze....Please do tell the other students Im sorry for burdeing them for so long, nobody deserves that torment. I guess, in a way im happier because of the fact that after im gone, everyone will be more at ease. Im so very sorry for that once again and I hope you could find it in your ever expansive heart to forgive me.

-Giorno Giovanna

Giorno to Narancia:

Hey Narancia, sorry that I haven't really been responding. I suggest you ignore my contact from now on. Im sorry it had to end like this, tell the others Im sorry we couldn't have another lunch together. Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow. Im going to free. Im terribly sorry again...please don't get torn up about it. Whatever happens it's not your fault but mine. This is my own decision.

sorry once again

- Giorno Giovanna

He smiled, content with his message and put his phone in his pockets. He looked around his shitty room for one last time and decided that it was time. Some part of him was telling him not to go through with this, that this was a horrible mistake, but the larger part of himself agreed that it was simply time to go.

He walked out of his house, a small smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes and prepared his final walk.

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"Ughh, why won't the text be backkkkk," Narancia wined to Mista who sat right next to him. Right how they were in their shared room, procrastinating on picking up their clothes from the floor like Bruno had asked them to. Oh well, what did he expect by putting the two messiest people in the world together in one room.

"Give em so time Nara," Mista replied, messing with his hat and feeding his hamster, the sex pistols, "Maybe he went on some family trip or something, ya know?"

Narancia sighed in defeat and rolled over to his bean bag.

"Ya...maybe, I just wish he would pick up though, I miss him.."

"Dude, we've only talked to him about 5 or 6 times," Mista reminded him. Turning his attention away from the pistols and metring Narancia violet eyes.

Narancia puffed out his cheeks, "hmmp, it doesn't matter Mista, I still think he's neat," he muttered.

The two slowly fell into a peaceful quiet after that, Narancia deciding to take a break and look through his snoop dogg vinyl collection in hopes of finding a song that would brighten his mood a little. While he was searching, his phone pinged with life and he was alerted of a new notification. Since Mista was the closest, he picked up Narancia's bright orange phoebe and checked what it was.

"Hey Ghirga, Giorno texted!" He informed me.

Narancia quickly abandoned his snoop dogg vinyls and rushed up to Mista snatching the phone out of his hands quickly.

"Yaa! He texted me back finally!," he exclaimed, doing a little dance around the room in excitement. (He almost stepped on Mista's electric guitar which would have ended up in his untimely demise.)

He quickly tapped on the notification only to be met with a wordy block of text. He didn't mind, maybe Giorno just had a lot of things he wanted to talk about.

The more Narancia read, the worse and worse his expression became. Tge once stupid smile plastered across his face had basically vanished, leaving only worry and displeasment. He was almost at the brink of tears by the time he was finished. Mista had caught on half way through and looked over Narancia's soldiers to see what was going on. His eyes winded when he realized the text was essentially Giorno's suicide note.

"Oh god..," Mista quietly muttered to himself.

"Mista, we have ro do something about this, fuck how didn't we notice!?" Narancia cried, he was panicking, walking back and forth across their shared room.

"Okay, Okay, god...okay let's calm down Narancia we just-...I- I mean we just gotta tell Bruno right..!? Ya...let's go do that," Mista grabbed onto the walls to keep himself up as blood flowed through his ears. He knew something terrible was going to happen this month, it was cursed and now someone who he had personally talked to, even if it wasn't a lot, was about to be gone. The thought of Giorno silently suffering all the time he had seen him at the school started haunting him.

Sure, he didn't really know him that well before Fugo and Trish had come along. They had some classes together but to his knowledge Giorno was in 7th grade and not 8th grade like him and Narancia. He regrets all the times he's seen Giorno getting picked on and idly let it happen. Truth be told, he thought Giorno was lame and uninteresting until he actually talked to him and now he realizes that Giorno was just shy, horribly so. Giorno was also in pain, he doesn't know to what extent his friend- god it felt weird thinking about how they were technically friends now- but it was enough that it made Giorno think himself unworthy of living.

He almost threw up when he got down stairs and walked right into the living room. Narancia had silently been following him from behind, pale as a ghost and silent which was strange for him. The moment he saw Bruno look at them, he knew the man suspected something.

"What's going on here," he spoke, approaching them. Abbacchio watched them closely as he stood in the kitchen making himself some jasmine tea.

"Can we sit down first..," Narancia spoke, barely coming out as a whisper. Bruno started getting worried and nodded, leading his two eldest sons ro the couch. Abbacchio prepared more tea for the (cursed number) of them.

Bruno made sure to give them bothe extra back rubs as he knew how fond of physical touch they were.

"Care to tell me now," he spoke softly.

"Bruno..I think-"

"God! He's gonna kill himself! I don't know what to do, i'm scared!" Narancia started crying harder and harder, snot running down his face.

"Who? Narancia please tell me," Bucciarati questioned, trying to keep himself as calm as possible.

"Giorno, Oh god please Bruno, you gotta help us, I don't want him to die," Narancia started walking, eyes puffy and his face bright red. He tried to wipe his face only for my tears to pool out replacing the old ones.

Bucciarati was shocked, not knowing what to do. He had hoped with all his might that the boy would reach out to him at least once but now it was almost too late.

He hid his fears from both Narancia and Mista as he went in to give them both a hug. Abbacchio had come out of the kitchen and went straight to the living room to also comfort them. He knew the pain they were experiencing right now.

Suddenly, Bruno's phone went off, he didn't want to leave his kids, heck he didn't want to deal with their current situation but Abbacchio had reassured him that he had handled the situation. Bruno walked out of the room, and checked his notifications. He didn't really have any social media so when ever he had a notification it was something work related. Hopefully it was nothing serious.

He was shocked to see it was a message from none other than Giorno himself. He wrote about all the things he was sorry about and how he was going to be free. The moore Bruno read the worse he felt. How could he have failed so hard? Was there even a way to help h8m? Bruno's head ran situation after situation, trying to somehow magically will that this was all but a bad dream.

He read Giorno's message over and over again until the words, fish, field and breeze caught his attention. He thought maybe Giorno was describing heaven, but there was a place like that just 5 minutes from his house. There was a park, where the fields were filled with flowers and the breeze was crisp.

Is that where Giorno is headed?

Quickly, he whipped off the few tears that were in his eyes and ran back into the living room. It seems in the time he was gone, Fugo and Trish had joined them on the couch. They look stressed.

"I KNOW WHERE HE IS- at least I think he I know," he stuttered. Abbacchio and the others all looked up at him, Abbacchio being the most out of the loop as he didn't really know Giorno like the rest of them did.

Narancia and Fugo perked up when they heard Bruno's outburst.

"WHERE!?" they both shouted simultaneously.

"At the park, Leone, can you contact the police or fire station just in case I'm wrong, we need people looking out for him."

Abbacchio nodded, going to grab his phone.

"Bruno, you have to let us come," Trish stated, shaking a little from shock.

"Im sorry Trish, this is such an unstable situation. I need you guys to think of places he might of went to." He replied, Giving Trish a sad look.

"But how! We barely know the guy!" Mista responded.

Bruno looked at them, and turned around, biting on his lips hard enough that they drew blood.

"I....don't know," he stuttered, "But we won't allow this to happen, not on my watch. We're going to save Giorno Giovanna, mark my words."