"I unfortunately woke there, yes." He said with a huff, before the rest of the other's statement reached him and he stared at the large man in confusion. "Wh-what do you mean, afterlife?" He asks, giving a sharp, acidic laugh. He'd triumphed over the piece of filth that called itself a president, he had come out the victor, there was no way this was the afterlife.

But then, why did he suddenly wake up here? What was going on?

"I am Diego Brando, though most call me Dio, the genius racer." He said, offering a self-assured smile to the dark haired man.

Three days would be a while with no additional supplies, though he'd faced worse odds on the race. Still, traveling it alone in such a strange place was probably unadvisable. "Personally I would much prefer to go by foot, at least until I am sure of what this landscape has to face."