Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.