They say it only takes one person's generosity to change a life forever. But for Georgia... there were actually two encounters that truly defined her life.

Nine years ago, a small girl walked along the streets of London at night. The girl had dark hair, and tattered clothes. She was completely filthy – like she hadn't seen a bath in months. The girl fell to her knees and coughed up blood. It started to rain, washing some of the dirt off of the girl. She curled up into a ball and started crying silently, huddled up next to a street lamp. The girl was so preoccupied with crying, that she didn't notice the light from the street lamp intensifying.

Suddenly, the bulb above the girl shattered. The girl looked up at the street lamp. The light inside the lamp was still glowing, despite the shattered glass. The light floated out of the lamp, and formed into a woman. The woman had leaf-like wings and a golden halo, and her body looked as though it was made of thorny vines. Her face was old and kind, and her light hair was curled like a colonial officer's.

“H-hello?”

“Hello, child,” said the angelic figure. “My name is Lady Stardust. I am an angel, charged with helping crying children from around the world. Now, how may I help you today?”

Georgia curled back up and continued to cry.

“You can't,” said the girl. “My own parents didn't even want to take care of me – how could you do any better?!”

Lady Stardust pouted. The angel flew to the ground and lightly touched the girl on the back. A small hole tore through the back of Georgia's shirt, and a branch grew out. This branch was gnarled and wilted. It had one leaf at the end, but the leaf was old and dead, ready to fall off at any moment.

“Oh, you poor thing,” said Lady Stardust. “Not only is your body shutting down – but your soul is completely destroyed. Chronic bronchitis is easy to fix, but a total lack of hope... that's going to take some effort.”

Lady Stardust grabbed its own left arm, and tore it clean off. The arm transformed into a massive, glowing tree branch. Covering the tree branch were a variety of fruits – apples, oranges, grapes, dragon fruits, and more.

“This will probably give my user a rather bad cough for a week or two... but for a case as bad as this, I'm sure she won't mind.”

Lady Stardust pressed the branch up to Georgia's back. The two branches grafted together. The angel leaned in close to Georgia.

“Let this be a lesson, young one,” said the visitor. “It may be true that many people in the world are uncaring, but it only takes one person's generosity to change a life forever.”

Lady Stardust evaporated into sparkles. The newly-formed tree branch sunk into Georgia's back. Georgia stopped crying and looked up at the sparkles flying away. As she looked up, the girl's hair became a light color – with some of her original hair color still remaining at the tips. A broken-up star birthmark appeared on her neck.

Daytime. A man wearing a suit and fedora was running down a London street. The man's hat and suit jacket were blue, with a diamond pattern, and his pants were orange and zebra printed. He was bleeding heavily. Two other men in similarly odd outfits were chasing after the fedora-wearer. The three ran past a 10 year old blonde girl.

“Get back here, ya shithead! You'll pay for offending our boss!”

The assailants shot at the diamond pattern man as he rounded a corner. Georgia looked around the corner, then walked through the alleyway she was standing in. The man passed again on the other side of the alley – but this time, Georgia grabbed his sleeve and pulled him off of the street. She buried him under some trash cans, and put a finger up to her lips. The assailants arrived, and looked around.

“There he is! I can see his stupid orange pants from here!”

The two continued running down the road, chasing the illusion of the man they were hunting down. Georgia reached a hand out to the man with the hat.

“Th-thanks, kid,” said the boldly-dressed man. “Wait... that birthmark... what's your name, kid?”

“I'm Georgia,” said the ten-year-old. “Georgia Jaina.”

“Interesting... anyway, kid, I'm kind of running late right now – but I'll be in touch, ok?”

Georgia nodded as the gangster ran off.

A few days after that encounter, Georgia received a letter disguised as a bird from a man who called himself Giorno Giovanna. He claimed to be the leader of a major European crime syndicate named Passione. The man said he would help give Georgia a home and an education – however, to keep her safe, she would have to stay in England, and they would only communicate using these messenger birds. The young Georgia was ecstatic at the idea of finally having a family, and asked to take the man's last name as well. Giorno agreed, and soon Georgia Geovana was enrolled in Winminster Academy!

Back in classroom 882 of Winminster Academy, Georgia stood over Caligula's body. Risotto Caligula continued to roll on the floor, screaming in pain as she clutched her eyes.

“You say that Giorno killed the man that raised you – I say that's bullshit!” shouted Georgia. “Giorno is a powerful man who uses his stand and his status to help others, not hurt them. The Giorno Giovanna I know is the kindest man in the world!”

Caligula stopped screaming, though she continued to pant heavily. Mega-Death stood near the hole in the wall, looking a bit worse for wear.

“Mega-Death!” screamed Caligula. “Time to make it rain on this bitch!”

Mega-Death jumped high into the air, and rapidly swiped at nothing. Mega-Death looked down as metal droplets rained onto the teenager below.

“Now you're finished! Mega-Death just turned the air into bullets of cobalt and nickel! There's no way you're dodging a rain like that!”

“I don't need to,” said Georgia. “With your stand as your only eyes, I've already won this battle.”

Georgia looked up and smiled. Shattered Dreams was floating below Mega-Death – with an image of Georgia and Caligula on its back. Shattered Dreams dodged out of the way, and the drops of metal hit the ground – nowhere near Georgia or Caligula.

Mega-Death landed on the ground, and Shattered Dreams returned to Georgia's side. Georgia walked towards Risotto Caligula, as the single light dangling from the ceiling flickered.

“It's over. No matter how much your stand wants to attack me – it can't beat my illusions.”

Mega-Death looked up at Georgia – Caligula was looking through its eyes. The light flickered again. In the relative darkness, Georgia seemed to glitch to the side by a few meters. The light came back on, and Georgia returned to her previous position. Caligula smirked.

“Nice try, kid,” said Caligula. “But your stand isn't unbeatable! In fact, I'd even say it has a glaring weakness! Now, Mega-Death! Attack when the light goes out!”

Mega-Death leapt forward. The light flickered once more, revealing Georgia's true position without the illusion from her refracted light. Mega-Death scratched at Georgia's leg. The teenager gasped, as the cut on her leg began turning to metal.

“Ha! You're finished, kid!” screamed Caligula. “The human body is made up of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus – which means that Mega-Death is turning you into nickel, iron, scandium, cobalt, zirconium, and bromine! In under a minute you'll be a solid metal statue, and I will be the victor!”

Just then, a rumbling sound resonated through the room. Georgia turned to look for the source. An army of small yellow creatures, of varying shapes and sizes, ran into the room through the hole Mega-Death created in the wall.

“What the hell are those?!” yelled Georgia.

“Oh, god, why does that idiot keep following me around?!” groaned Caligula.

The bacteria-like creatures attached themselves to the metal part of Georgia's leg, and began eating away at it. Soon, that chunk of Georgia's leg was gone, and her transformation stopped. Through the hole in the wall stepped a man in a turquoise suit – with a silver beard and golden hair.

“I thought I heard a noise come from down here!” said the bearded man. “Thanks for the help, kid, I never would have found this room without you.”

“It's the pervert!” shouted Georgia.

“Look, you try navigating around this school from inside the vents! Now, Rapture, let's show off our true power!”

The miniature creatures attached together, linking their tiny arms in perfect formation. Soon, they were in a human-like shape. Rapture was mostly gold, but with some silver streaks. The stand seemed to be wearing a top hat, bow tie, and sunglasses.

Suddenly, the stand started clutching its stomach – or, rather, clutching the creature that was in the position that its stomach would have occupied if it was actually human. There was a retching noise, and the stand's mouth regurgitated a metallic fluid. The metal splashed onto Mega-Death's feet, and hardened – soon, the stand's legs were completely encased in metal. The bearded man walked up and patted Rapture on the back.

“Just let it all out, buddy. Yeah, these guys really aren't a fan of cheaper metals. You wouldn't happen to have any gold on you, would you Callie? Would really calm their stomachs down…”

“Could you just kill me so I don't have to listen to you anymore?!”

“Wait, how do you two know each other?” asked Georgia.

Caligula sighed. “It's a bit of a long story…”

They say it only takes one person's generosity to change a life forever. In this case, however, there was no generosity involved – and in fact, two lives were changed.

Risotto Caligula, age one. On a family outing, a drunk driver caused a car crash that took the life of her father. The young Caligula was left an orphan, and she was taken in by the only family she had left – her cousin, Risotto Nero.

Nero's need for vengeance against the drunk driver drove him to join a local mafia branch. Risotto Nero quickly became Italy's top assassin, killing the highest-priority targets with precision and stealth. And Caligula loved every minute of it. She romanticized the gangster life – and at the age of 12, Caligula followed in her cousin's footsteps and joined Passione. She quickly rose through the ranks due to her incredibly precise stand, and became the gang's chief accountant.

A few years later, Caligula was devastated when she learned about her cousin's death at the hands of the boss – all for the crime of trying to learn the boss's identity. Worse, before Nero's body even had time to cool, the boss revealed his own identity out of the blue!

His name... was Giorno Giovanna.

Caligula was furious that a boy a year younger than her had the gall to kill such a respected gang member. She was so angry... she completely lost control of her stand. However, Caligula knew lashing out with rage would get her nowhere. Instead, she chained her stand up, and waited for her opportunity to strike. She kept working as an accountant, and made careful observation of every expense made by Giorno, looking for some sign of weakness.

Over the course of the following half-decade, she began to hear rumors of a secret treasure that Giorno was busy building up. This treasure was supposedly worth so much, anyone who found it could take over Passione without opposition. However, Caligula was unable to find any evidence of such a treasure in Passione's finances.

Then, five years ago, something changed. New expenses began to appear on Giorno's ledger – amounts of £88,230, sent quarterly to a boarding school in England. It all began to click in Caligula's genius brain. These payments must be how Giorno was building up the treasure – and the amount was a clue as to how the treasure was hidden!

Three weeks ago, members of Passione suddenly started to talk about the rumored treasure more and more. Caligula knew her window was closing quickly. She booked a plane ticket to London and got a job as a substitute teacher so that she could covertly search the boarding school for the treasure she sought!

Oh, and she also had an idiot secretary named Harry Warhol who got fired, like, six years ago because of how shitty his coffee was.

“That's not what happened at all!” shouted Harry.

“Oh? So your coffee wasn't shitty?” retorted Caligula.

“It was probiotic! It's good for you!”

“Wait, what happened three weeks ago that made everyone in Passione talk about the treasure rumor?” said Georgia.

“Oh, someone finally got around to killing the blonde bastard,” said Caligula. “Sucks that I never got the chance to off Giorno myself, but what can you do?”

Georgia's hands fell to her sides.

“What?! But... no, that's impossible! My father was the strongest fighter alive!”

“Not anymore he isn’t!”

“Do... do they have any idea who killed him?” stuttered Georgia.

“Nope, the lucky son of a gun got away. And it's not like he was short on enemies. All we know is that whoever killed him somehow shot a hole clean through Giorno's head without getting stopped by anyone or anything protecting him.”

“But… there’s no way an attack like that could have beat him! I… there must be some sort of mistake!”

“I’m sure there was, kid,” said Harry. “Anyway... what to do with the goth chick…”

“Do we have to do anything to her? She's probably not going to hurt anyone anymore…”

“That's where you're wrong, girl!” screamed Caligula. “If Mega-Death touches something it's already affected, it will revert the atoms back to normal! So all I have to do is turn that metal binding its feet back into your skin and muscles! Goodbye, daughter of Giorno Giovanna!”

Mega-Death touched the metal at its feet. The metal turned into flesh, and the stand broke free of its restraints. Mega-Death stared at Georgia's back, then pounced.

Georgia sighed. “...I really hoped you would be better than this, Caligula. But it seems I was right to be cautious.”

Shattered Dreams moved out of the way, revealing the image of Georgia on its back. Mega-Death was actually jumping at Caligula. The rabid stand scratched its user, clean across the back of her neck.

Risotto Caligula turned her head to look at Mega-Death, but it was too late. She had become a metal statue.