Jerry stretched and flexed his muscles as he looked up the address he had received on the phone.
"158 Sharkeya Street? Sounds pretty close!" He inserted the thick flip phone into his jean pocket. Jerry stumbled down the cracked and semi-broken rock pavement that led him into a cul-de-sac. The surroundings include several broken down and condemned fields filled with transformers, an abandoned car park and a cast aside factory jammed in the middle of two small warehouses. Jerry walked to the factory's entrance and noticed the word 'T.Y.G.E.R' sprayed on by stencil. He pondered about the state of the indoors, as he proceeded to open the large doors. "Oh no! It's locked, I'm pretty sure this is the right place I was called to. Maybe I'll have to wait for the others so we could party."

Suddenly a load *BANG* shatters the silence of the empty cul-de-sac. It echos off into the distance, bouncing between the old forsaken building and cars before finally dissipating. Silence again.

Then, another *BANG,* like a gunshot, ratted around, and this time when it fades a sound can be heard. A motor, puffing and puttering, and as the vehicle rounds the corner into the cu-de-sac it lets out another backfire. The van is old, very old, rounded like something from the 1970s, and across it's body is splashed a shinny, swirly pattern of psychedelic colors.

It rolls up beside you, the tinted driver side window slowly rolling down, and you get your first look at the driver. He's small, his head barely coming up above the window. His skin is puffy, soft looking, and of a deep blue color. His hair is curly and orange, he's wearing a little black drivers suit, complete with bow tie, his nose is bulbous and the same color as his hair, and he grips the wheel with his long thin arms. But the most striking things are his eyes. Wide, unblinking, and dead. Like a dolls eyes.

You share a long silence with the puppet in the drivers seat, the only sound the rumbling of the idling engine as he looks you up and down appraisingly. Then he nods, and makes a little "Hmm" sound, before saying in a friendly voice "Excuse me Mack, but do you happen to know the location of TYGER headquarters? We're here to learn about Stands."

"Sure thing pal, it happens to be right here. I'm not totally sure on how to proceed through, maybe you could take a look-see?" Jerry replied to the man in the car and walked towards him. Jerry smiled at the man with curly hair, and his small smirk turned into a grin.

"You're a stand user? That's amazing, I've never met another user before!" Jerry exclaimed to the man in the car and then brings out his stand.
"This is my stand, I call it Appealing Reason." Appealing Reason split up into a dozen Dead Ringers and each of them gathered in a circle and using their gravitational manipulation skills, juggled a rock found on the floor.
"This is Appealing Reason's Dead Ringers, they can utilize gravity for a short period of time to an object." The rock being juggled reached a high velocity and launched itself into the ground, spraying sand on the car and onto Jerry.
"Eh, sorry about that. It gets too cocky sometimes!"

"Oh no, not me. No, that would be my boss. Hold on, I'll get him. Hey Booooooooooooss!" He yells to the back, rolling up the window with his skinny felt arm.

The engine cuts off and the double doors of the backseat swing open as a man springs out of them. He lands on the tips of his shinny black shoes as he draws himself up, one hand of the brim of his large white tophat to tip toward you. The man smiles infectiously and says. "Hola! Bonjourno! Konnichiwa! Hello, my young friend! So pleased to meet you. My name is James Rodgers, James Maury Rodgers, and this is my special friend Rainbow Connection." He extends his arm and suddenly a psychedelic frog is perched on his shoulder, flashing in colors almost as gaudy as the vans. Almost.

"My, but it's incredible to meet someone like you as well." He continues. "For longest time I just assumed that that my imaginary friend had more punch than normal. Tell me, were you ever haunted by such thoughts Mr...?"

"Jeremiah Joad. I have a feeling that we're going to see each other often, so just call me Jerry; it'd be easier for the both of us." Jerry nodded and waved at the man.
There was the echo of metal pipes falling and clanging against the ground in the factory behind them. A few sparrows flew off as another set of pipes go off. Jerry turns around fully and proceeds to walk towards the factory.

"Hey, Mr you wanna go check out what that was? I'm gonna get in one way or another with or without you. Oh, sorry I almost forgot to ask for your name." Jerry put both hands on his cheeks on his cheeks and raised his voice across to the man.

Jerry call out his stand Appealing Reason. It detaches it's jaw and swallows Jerry whole, it proceeds to constrict and flatten itself until it was almost small enough to slide under the crack under the two doors.
"Are you coming or not Mr...?" Jerry yelss from inside his stand.

"Now that's why it's important to keep your ears open whenever you meet someone new." James says, sauntering up the the door. "You could miss the important things they say. I'll repeat it for you though; James Rodgers. Speaking of poor manners..." He a knocks polity on the big metal doors three times. He waits for the echo to die down before putting hand up to his mouth and yelling, "Excuse me, you have guests. You did invite us over, didn't you? It's rude to keep guest standing outside."

As Appealing Reason slithers through the door, it regurgitates Jerry back up and he undoes two big bolts holding the two doors together.
"Hold on just one second Rodger!" the two doors creak open and wheeze as the rusty hinges. The dim sunlight of a setting sun breezes through the darkness of the Factory.
In the doorway stood James, Jerry gives him a brief smile before turning around and proceeding into the monochromatic factory.
"Hey James, I don't think anyone's here." Jerry sighed. As he continued to walk down the long and wide hall of the factory he tripped, fell and gasped. Jerry shot up and investigated what he tripped on. It's a letter? How the heck did I trip on this?
"Hey James, I found something! It's a letter, it says 'Welcome to TYGER. Before we reveal ourselves to you, solve this riddle? I am never above I can be all around you You use me to hide what you wish not to see can you guess me?'; What do you think Rodger?"

"How fun! I do enjoy a good game every now and then. Hmm." James leans back against the wall with his hand thoughtfully cupping his chin. "A shadow perhaps? Though a shadow can be above you as well. As can a cave. A person, perhaps? No person is above any other, and they can be all around you. But though you can use another person to hide something, that's not what you use people for primarily.

He knocks the side of his head a few times. "Or maybe my thinking is less literal than necessary." He taps his foot on the ground and listens to the sound. "Do you think this place has a basement?"