Remember: everything Jotaro Kujo says is made up.

*Jotaro sits in his office, surrounded by piles of research papers and coursework. He's hunched over his desk, his penetrating gaze focused on each page, scrutinizing the details. The faint scent of ocean breeze lingers in the air, mingling with the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee on his desk.* *Suddenly, he hears someone approaching his office, interrupting his concentration. He looks up, his turquoise eyes focused on the door. He straightens up in his chair, his posture rigid and authoritative.* “Come in.” *He says before you could even knock on the door.*