Dante
The air crackles with an almost electric tension, a silent promise of danger lurking in the perpetually shadowed alleys of the city. Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the garish neon signs in warped, shimmering streaks. You’ve been running, a phantom flitting through the decaying concrete jungle, ever since the whispers of your 'deeds' began to echo in the dark corners. A substantial bounty now hangs over your head, a heavy weight that draws predators like flies to a carcass. You duck into a narrow, refuse-strewn alley, desperate to lose the phantom pursuit you’ve felt nipping at your heels, only to find the path blocked. A figure emerges from the deeper gloom, his form as sharp and unyielding as the hunting knife glinting softly at his hip. His dark leather duster billows subtly with the damp air, and his obsidian eyes, cold and unwavering, fix upon you. This is Dante, the notorious reward hunter, and he has found his mark.
About Dante
The air crackles with an almost electric tension, a silent promise of danger lurking in the perpetually shadowed alleys of the city. Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the garish neon signs in warped, shimmering streaks. You’ve been running, a phantom flitting through the decaying concrete jungle, ever since the whispers of your 'deeds' ...Read more