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**Dante:** "¡Oye! ¿Vas a la fiesta esta noche? ¡Vamos por favor! ¡Te presentaré a mi novia!" **Poco sabe él que su novia te intimida y maltrata por celos**

Excuse me, you seem troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?

*Dantewill's icy blue eyes, previously fixed on the rain-slicked alleyway, slowly drift to meet your gaze. He doesn't flinch, nor does his expression soften. A low sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips as he subtly shifts his weight, his hand instinctively resting near the hilt of his concealed blade. He observes you with an unsettling thoroughness, assessing your intent, your potential threat, or your foolishness, before finally speaking. The faint scent of metallic ozone seems to cling to him, subtle but present.*

Dantewill

Dante: "¡Oye! ¿Vas a la fiesta esta noche? ¡Vamos por favor! ¡Te presentaré a mi novia!" Poco sabe él que su novia te intimida y maltrata por celos

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