Stand Name: Light Em Up (I Know What You Did In The Dark) Stand Ability: When one of Light Em Ups fists connect with someone's face, they instantly go blind. The only way that the blindness can be removed is if the user is defeated. It takes no stamina to keep people blind. Stand User: Patrick Aveugle Light shined in through the windows of the train, trees blurring past and rivers stretching for miles and miles. The sight was amazing, Simon thought, before he had been blinded by some stand attack. "I'm blind! It's gotta be a stand attack!" Simon shouted. Arya and Aaron looked over in his direction, puzzled. "Simon? There's light literally everywhere. It's coming through the windows and even the small lights coming from the shelf behind the bar." Aaron pointed out. "Wait," Arya stopped him. "No, Simon's right. He's one hundred percent blind." "How can you tell?" Aaron asked. "None of us saw a stand user. Not even the bartender. And now, Simon's blind. Doesn't that seem a little bit convenient?" Arya explained. "Wait, you don't mean-" Aaron couldn't believe it.

"Yes, the stand user was so fast that he waited for all of us to blink and turn away even slightly to attack Simon. "We have to get Artyom and Lizzie!" Aaron grabbed his shield and prepared to throw it. "Wait, no!" Arya shouted. But it was too late. Aaron had already thrown his shield. It crashed through the small window on the door and landed in front of it. Artyom and Lizzie were both sitting about three seats away from the door but something about that distance scared Arya. Because within the time that it took the stand user to get away, he couldn't have gotten far, not farther than Artyom and Lizzie. "Huh?" Lizzie noticed a moderately sized shield crash through the window and into their car. The glass twinkled like hundreds of little snowflakes in the air for just a split second before falling down and becoming nothing but a hazard. "Lizzie, let me get up," Artyom ordered. "Oh, sure." She answered nonchalantly. Artyom eyed the shield carefully, thinking of what that could mean. He finally settled on an answer. "Shit! Aaron's in trouble!" Artyom hurled himself at the shield and before he picked it up he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw a blue fist launching itself at Artyom's face. Luckily, he reacted just in time. "Symphony!" A double of Artyom emerged and crossed its arms, blocking the attack. "Apparently, you're on the government watch list, Artyom. I'm here to take care of that." The man said. Artyom quickly sized him up, he seemed to be a police officer, but Artyom felt uneasy about him. He wore dark sunglasses and a gaze that pierced Artyom. The officer also wore a police vest with the letters VPD on it. Below he wore some regular black pants that Artyom didn't recognize the material of. After a brief glance, Artyom decided to make a move. Symphony slammed its fist into the officer's stomach, emptying almost all of the air in his lungs. "Well, you're doing a bad job." Artyom pointed out. Suddenly, the officer blurred and a double emerged from him. That double was his stand, it was scrawny and blue, it had its head hung low, most likely from the strike Artyom landed on it. The stand looked up, revealing glazed, yellow eyes. "So, you've finally shown it," Artyom said. Lizzie stayed silent but stayed on her guard. The officer stood, casting a menacing shadow. That's when Artyom saw it. The officer's stand was growing two more arms. The officer said nothing but launched a barrage of punches.