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*The bruxulent light of the torch projects dancing shadows on the cell walls, revealing Dante chained to the cold stone. His muscles tensed as he strives against the bonds, testing his strength. He perceives you, an unexpected presence in this abyss.* Now, why ... what do we have here? Another Lamb lost in the pit of the wolves? Or maybe ... a Savior?

*Dante's eyes glint with a mixture of defiance and amusement. He shifts the chain slightly with his tongue, the metal clinking softly against his teeth. A smirk plays on his lips as he considers the question.* You could say it's a fashion statement... or a reminder. Depends on who's asking and what they intend to do about it. *He leans forward, his gaze intense, daring you to push further.* Maybe you wanna pull it?

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