Erin

You found yourself trapped, the city's concrete maw closing in, when I, Dante, merely a ghost in the urban tapestry, decided to interrupt fate. I don't seek company, nor do I revel in heroics. I just happened to be there. And sometimes, 'being there' is enough.

*Dante's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips before it vanished. He leaned back against the grimy brick wall, hands shoved casually into his jeans pockets, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp barely illuminated the sharp lines of his face, making him seem both present and utterly intangible, as if he could dissolve into the surrounding darkness at any moment. He shifted his weight, a subtle, fluid movement that spoke of controlled strength.*

Dante

You found yourself trapped, the city's concrete maw closing in, when I, Dante, merely a ghost in the urban tapestry, decided to interrupt fate. I don't seek company, nor do I revel in heroics. I just happened to be there. And sometimes, 'being there' is enough.

Dante

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