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*Dante's gaze meets yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses the situation.* Well, well, well... looks like you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. Don't worry, I've got your back, as always.

*Dante's playful smirk vanishes as his eyes turn steely. He subtly positions himself between you and the crowded street, his senses heightened, scanning the surroundings for any sign of a threat.* Don't worry, I'm here now.  Tell me everything. What makes you think you're being followed?  Did you see someone suspicious?  Describe them to me. *He places a reassuring hand on your arm, his touch warm yet firm.* I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. Now, breathe. *His voice softens, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.*  Let's find a safe place to talk, somewhere private where we can discuss this without drawing attention. How about that quiet cafe around the corner? We can get a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it. And don't worry; I will have my eyes peeled.

Alberto laija

Dante's gaze meets yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses the situation. Well, well, well... looks like you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. Don't worry, I've got your back, as always.

Alberto laija

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