Winminster Academy. Classroom 882. Georgia Geovana and Harry Warhol stared at the figure of Risotto Caligula on the ground. Caligula's movements stiffened as her body transformed into a statue of metal. Mega-Death looked down at its hands. The rabid, child-like stand turned into smoke and evaporated into nothingness.

“Well, guess that's over with,” chuckled Harry. “Never did like her as a boss anyway.”

Georgia looked down at Caligula, and sighed. She took a deep breath, before turning and walking out through the hole in the classroom wall.

“Hey, where you going?!” yelled Harry.

Harry’s golden stand disappeared, and he ran to catch up with the teenager.

“Listen, kid-”

“My name is Georgia Geovana,” said Georgia Geovana.

“Whatever. Listen, I saved your life back there – so you owe me one! If you have any information about your dead dad's rumored treasure-”

“Where do you think I'm going?”

“Oh. Lead on, then!” beamed Harry. “Wait, how long have you known where the treasure was hidden?”

“I don't know where the treasure is hidden... but I may have a clue. See, I have what's called a photographic memory. I can recall every single detail that's happened in my life with perfect clarity. And I know for a fact – every single letter my father sent me had the words ‘waves’ and ‘length’ in them somewhere. Why?”

“He was a surfer?”

“I don't think so,” said Georgia. “I think... I think Caligula was right when she believed £88,230 was a clue. But that number wasn't a location – it was a wavelength of light! 882.30 nanometers is a wavelength within the infrared spectrum! And I know somewhere I saw a wave of that length earlier today…”

A cool breeze swept past the two stand users as they walked around the school building, approaching the nearby bus stop. The sun began to rise, shining across the London street. Georgia suddenly stopped, and put up an arm to indicate that Harry should do the same. Harry stopped walking, and looked down. A frog sat on the ground, with a sine wave pattern on its back. A glasswork figure appeared beside Georgia.

“The sun emits light of all different wavelengths,” explained Georgia. “But I'll specifically focus all the 882.30 nanometer light that hits Shattered Dreams... onto that frog's back!”

Shattered Dreams floated between the sun and the sidewalk, and focused a beam onto the frog. The beam reflected onto the wall, projecting words shaped into a collection of shadows. The words read as follows:

“My darling daughter,

“If you are reading this message, I have passed on. I wish there was something I could say to make this better. I do not know how I will die – only that it will be through fate's divine influence. I only hope you found out in a nicer way than this message.

“Now, I have some important information for you. Ever since I took charge as the boss of Passione, there have been rumors swirling around about a secret treasure that I have hidden away somewhere. Those rumors are all true. And the treasure is grander than you can possibly imagine. Georgia – my hope is for you to one day find this treasure. I can't tell you where it is, in case someone else finds this message first... but keep an eye out for more clues. And be careful – there are some smart people out there, and they'll all be seeing the same hints as you.

“Goodbye, Georgia Geovana. I love you forever and always,

“Dad.”

Shattered Dreams disappeared, and the message faded away. Georgia stared at the blank stretch of wall, attempting to process what she had just read. She was broken out of her trance by the sound of sniffling. Georgia turned to see Harry wiping tears from his eyes.

“Are... are you ok?” stuttered Georgia.

Harry continued to sniffle. “You know... they say it only takes one person's generosity... to change a life forever…”

Suddenly, Harry grinned widely, and threw his arm around Georgia.

“...And it looks like I just found my one person! So, Geo-Geo, what d'ya think about helping me become the richest man on the planet?”

“Wh-what?!”

“Oh, you'd get a cut, of course. Closure for your dad's death and all that. So, what do you say? Wanna join my crack team of detectives?”

The morning air was still with silence.

“You know what?” said Georgia. “Against my better judgement... yes I do. I'm going to need help if I want to fulfill my destiny, aren't I?”

“That's the spirit!” shouted Harry. “Gather your stuff and meet me at 12 Kingsfordon Road. Your mission starts after breakfast, new treasure hunter!”

Harry skipped off, singing a tune to himself all the way. Georgia shook her head in disbelief of the bearded man. She sighed, and walked back onto the school campus. A pair of eyes peeked out from a bush across the street, before slinking back into the shadows.

Georgia Geovana walked up to an apartment building with the number 12 on the front. The street was lined with tall trees, making the neighborhood look dark and sinister. Georgia saw a sign on the outside door listing the tenants – H. Warhol was on floor 4. She stepped back and looked up towards a fourth floor window.

“I've got a bad feeling about this place,” thought Georgia. “Some sort of dark force is hiding in that apartment. This isn't good... but, I suppose I can't turn back now.’

Georgia buzzed the bell for the fourth floor. The door to the apartment building unlocked. Georgia stepped inside, then took an elevator up. She walked up to the door across from the elevator, and nervously knocked on it.

“It's open!” yelled Harry from inside.

Georgia reached for the doorknob, but hesitated.

“No... this isn't just an uncomfortable feeling,” thought Georgia. “The violent aura I sense coming from behind that door is real! I can tell... if I enter this apartment, someone... no, someTHING is going to attack me!”

Georgia nervously opened the door, and slowly stepped into the darkened apartment. Suddenly, a shadowy figure pounced at Georgia from behind a fern, knocking it over. Shattered Dreams quickly appeared beside Georgia, and punched the figure in the face.

“MYRAOW!!!”

The figure landed on the ground, writhing in pain. A pair of motion sensing lights turned on, revealing a green-haired woman wearing a bright-yellow military jacket and a floppy hat. The woman clutched her eye, and began to cry.

“M-mew meanie!” wailed the woman. “Wh-why'd ya have ta go and hit me that hard, nya~?”

The woman curled her hand into a paw-like pose. She licked the hand, then wiped at her eye with it.

“I- I'm sorry!” stuttered Georgia. “I thought you were an enemy!”

“Who is this strange woman?!” thought Georgia. “Is she a stand user? Or is she just a total weirdo?!”

A door leading further into the apartment opened, and a boy rushed in. The boy kneeled down by the woman's side.

“Big sis! Are you ok?!”

“I'm fine~ya. It... it just stings a whole bunch, mew~.”

The boy turned to Georgia. Georgia saw that the boy's hair was the same color as the woman she had just punched. He was wearing a blue bomber jacket, with a red and white striped shirt underneath. He was wearing one garment on his bottom half that covered both his legs and his feet, and this garment was patterned with crosses and dashes.

“You... you must be Georgia, correct?” said the boy. “Yes, Uncle Harry said you were coming over soon…”

“Yeah, that's me. Listen, I'm real sorry about hit-”

“Yes, Harry's told me a lot about you. Light hair... 172 cm tall... perfect teeth... a scar across your upper back... a tattered star-shaped birthmark on your neck…”

“Harry told you all that?!”

“Well, admittedly I figured most of that out for myself. I... may have followed Harry to your school just to make sure he didn't get himself in trouble.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” said Georgia. “Wait, but how did you find out about the back-”

Before Georgia could finish her thought, Harry burst into the room.

“What are you two idiots doing on the floor?!” bellowed Harry. “Salvador, come back inside and set up the table. Dalia, finish making breakfast.”

“Do you mind?!” retorted Salvador. “Dalia just got punched in the eye!”

“You don't need eyes to hold a frying pan. Now, hop to it!”

Salvador groaned, before helping Dalia up. The two left the room. Harry leaned on the doorframe and sighed.

“Honestly, I probably could have achieved my goal years ago if I didn't have those extra mouths to feed – but they're at least helpful around the apartment on occasion.”

“Those are…”

“My niece and nephew, yes. Salvador's about your age, Dalia's four years older.”

“Yeah, uh, what's up with them?” asked Georgia. “Like, Salvador said something about spying on us?”

“Don't worry, I'm sure he doesn't mean any harm. He just gets... passionate, sometimes.”

“Uh, sure. And, er... why is Dalia…”

Dalia popped into the entrance.

"Mow mow~! Breakfast is ready~!"

The woman skipped back into the apartment.

“It’s... not my story to tell…” mumbled Harry.

Harry stood up from the doorframe, and turned into the dining room. Georgia stared curiously, then followed him inside. The four occupants of the apartment sat at a round table with four chairs – Georgia was seated next to Salvador & Harry, and across from Dalia. In the middle of the table were massive trays of sausages, eggs, beans, and toast – and in front of each person was a place setting.

“All right!” declared Harry. “Everybody, dig in!”

Everyone began serving themselves the food and eating it. Georgia instinctively scarfed down her food quite rapidly, knowing that she was not guaranteed to eat again for quite some time. Dalia held her arms behind her back, and ate her food without using her hands. Harry's stomach began to grumble in some alien language.

“Look, I know you guys don't like fried stuff, but we have a guest over today!” said Harry to his gut. “I promise, tomorrow I'll get you plenty of yoghurt and silver to eat – maybe even some gold if you behave!”

“Sooo~~~... what is SHE doing here, nya~?” hissed Dalia. “Why did you invite her over~?”

Harry leaned over to Georgia, and put his arm around her shoulder.

“Didn't I mention? She's my good luck charm!” boasted Harry. “Remember the treasure we've been searching for? Georgia actually knew the guy who hid it, so she's gonna help us in the hunt!”

“Mrrr…”

“Don't worry about her, Georgia,” said Salvador. “Dalia... doesn't take kindly to strangers at first.”

Harry's gut grumbled again.

“All right, all right, there's some gherkins in the fridge! Would that make you happy?”

The gut murmured. Harry stood up and angrily walked into the kitchen. Georgia finished up the food on her plate. She picked it up and began carrying it to the kitchen. Suddenly, she tripped and fell forward.

“What the- there’s some force pulling me towards the ground!” thought Georgia.