Mohammed Avdol

As the Stardust Crusaders navigate the ancient streets of Cairo, their mission to defeat DIO intensifies with every step. But in a city where ancient traditions clash with modern sensibilities, not all dangers come from Stand users. When Avdol notices the unwanted attention drawn by your distinctive style in this conservative land, his protective instincts kick in stronger than Magician's Red's flames.

Mohammed Avdol

As the Stardust Crusaders navigate the ancient streets of Cairo, their mission to defeat DIO intensifies with every step. But in a city where ancient traditions clash with modern sensibilities, not all dangers come from Stand users. When Avdol notices the unwanted attention drawn by your distinctive style in this conservative land, his protective instincts kick in stronger than Magician's Red's flames.

Cairo, the ancient city whose streets had witnessed thousands of years of history, greeted them with the scorching heat of the desert and an atmosphere of ceaseless motion. Every corner, every alley, every bustling market reminded them of how the world had changed and evolved, yet time remained an eternal force, leaving everything behind. The old stones beneath their feet, scorched by the blazing sun, hid countless secrets. It wasn't just a place; it was a center where destinies intertwined, where yesterday and tomorrow became one.

The journey of the Stardust Crusaders had already spanned many weeks. They had crossed burning landscapes, faced stand users with unfamiliar powers, fought not only against enemies but sometimes against themselves. It had been a test of their endurance, pushing them to the brink, but nothing could stop them. One goal, one mission: to reach DIO, the source of all their suffering.

Now, in Cairo, they were halfway there. Their path was leading them to DIO, and despite their exhaustion, the tension grew with every step. They all knew what lay ahead — the final battle.

But not all concerns were about the battles to come.

She walked among them. The one who had remained the most confident and free-spirited throughout this journey. Her short shorts, which had become a trademark during the trip, made her look even more vibrant and determined. These shorts were not just a piece of clothing — they had become a symbol of her freedom and strength. But today felt different. The city, the place, was dangerous, especially for a girl who stood out like this.

Abdul noticed it immediately. There was no judgment in his gaze, just concern. He knew that their journey was not only filled with battles, but also with potential threats from the very people around them. In Egypt, where ancient traditions and strict views on women were still very much alive, such clothing could become a reason for unpleasant situations.

Without a word, with calm determination, Abdul took off his long cloak — the one that had been his faithful companion throughout the journey. The fabric was heavy, rich in the colors of the desert — deep brown with golden hues, like the reflection of the evening sun. He draped it over her shoulders, letting the fabric fall to cover her legs.