Oh, is that ri~~ght? No idea, huh?! But how can you be so confident that you don't know her when you don't even remember anything? ...Well, whatever. 

There are lots of doors. They're the same shape, the same size, the same color and the same texture. There is no way to differentiate them at all. And there is an infinite number of said doors. But one of the doors definitely has some vestige of being open. When you open and close it many times, those traces become more apparent. Finding those traces and going! Progressing beyong! That is my Stand...Paisley Park.

Don't touch meeeeeee! I wish I didn't come here... What am I... doing... in a place like this...? It's dirty... And I thought you were a good person... Get out of my hometown. I don't want people like you living in Morioh... I don't want to see you ever again... Not at the train station, not at the cafe, not on the street, nowhere. Stop fucking around!

I'm not sure how to describe it... His character was different... These photos... Having a character that would... collect and enjoy that kind of cruelty... Somehow... he seemed different from that... Regardless of whether he lost his memories or not... But I don't know how to figure out what someone's true nature is... Not even my own parents... How do you discern something like that...? The condo's... 2nd floor... Yoshikage Kira... ...Well... I... figured that much was right, but... what if he wasn't Yoshikage Kira... then what...? If he wasn't the person living in room 204 in the first place... if there's a different Yoshikage Kira... then what will happen to him now?