Having come back to his senses, Giorno’s expression hardened. Whatever was going on, he couldn’t lose his composure when there was a potential threat.

Even if he didn’t sense hostility, Juli was right there. He wasn’t going to take any risks.

The water pooled around their feet and the broken glass was strewn about. Giorno made no moves to clean it up.

“I’m only going to ask once—who are you?”