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Ever since she recovered from the hospital, miraculously not feeling a single tinge of pain despite the fact that something pierced through her chest, Miku had felt different. She felt liberated, especially when she knew something really important she wanted to be - a stand user for the Speedwagon foundation.
Speaking with Jotaro Kujo, a man who worked in the foundation her sister did, Miku was training to become a field agent. Owl City perched on her shoulder, a stand that had the potential to be an excellent lookout for finding stand users or suspicious activity. Though this meant speaking with someone who knew how to handle their stand and work well with it.
It was still a struggle for Miku to learn to coexist with her stand, an owl was different from anything else after all.
Navigating the streets of Morioh, fingertips reading the braille of a sign mentioning this was near the high school. Her other hand gripped tightly to her walking stick, the sound of it gliding from side to side to let Miku know where to go for every step.
That is, until her walking stick accidentally smacked someone in the leg. Not a totally common habit when people saw her walking, but it did occasionally happen.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Calling out, unsure if they were still there. Wait, if a person was here then maybe they were a local to the town?
“Excuse me, I know this is sudden because I bumped you but I’m looking for a student at the high school named Josuke. Do you know if he’s still here or somewhere else?” Turning her body around, instead she decides to face her body towards the sound of tapping shoes.
