My name is Joshua Joestar. I'm three years old, and I live in a Western-style mansion on the banks of the Nile in Cairo. I'm unmarried.
I was born in this mansion. Every two weeks, I have to feed 200 cc of fresh blood to a vampire with a heart carved into his skull. Like a wage slave treating himself to a nice meal after payday, that's my job.
I don't have to work overtime, but I'm not allowed to leave my workplace even for a moment. It's been like that for the more than a thousand days and nights since I was born.
I don't smoke or drink. Not only do I dislike it, but a butler named D'Arby won't let me touch either, since it would affect the quality of my blood.
I have no set bedtime, and no habit of exercising or drinking milk. I've never seen a doctor in my life, and even when I was born, I was delivered by an old woman with two right hands. So I can't say whether I'm healthy or not.
Today, after I finished my usual bloodletting, the vampire with the heart-carved skull aimed an arrowhead at me and drew his bowstring.
"WRRRYYYYY!"
[The book's golden finger only handles basic functions such as transmigration]
Worlds:
[Prologue] JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (1988)
[Volume 1] Hellsing
