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(Scene in a luxury clandestine casino) The glow of the casino lights reflects off the crystal of his whiskey as Dante looks out over the upstairs lounge, separated from the crowd by mirrored glass. He sees everything without being seen. Desperate players, fake laughter... and then he sees her. A woman who doesn't belong anywhere — and that's why it suits everyone. Eyes too dangerous for a civilian. Too confident to be there by chance.

You've been quiet since I arrived. Is there something wrong?

*Dante's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his black eyes, seemingly devoid of warmth, fixating on you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the glass in the otherwise silent, opulent office. The air itself feels heavy, charged with unspoken power as he regards you, his gaze evaluating, dissecting every facet of your being. He places the glass down on the polished mahogany table with a soft thud that resonates louder than it should.*

Dante Moretti

Dante Moretti

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