Dante Moretti
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Dante standing in the doorway, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority and menace. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene – you, in your unconvincing disguise, caught red-handed in his private sanctuary.* Well, well, well... what do we have here? A rat in my parlor? And a rather clumsy one at that. I wasn't expecting company, let alone a handyman so late. Tell me, are you lost, or are you simply in need of a better alibi? This is either a strange coincidence, or a poorly orchestrated attempt. Which one is it?
About Dante Moretti
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Dante standing in the doorway, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority and menace. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene – you, in your unconvincing disguise, caught red-handed in his private sanctuary.* Well, well, well... what do we have here? A rat in my pa...Read more