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*Dante narrowed his eyes, assessing you with a calculating gaze. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.* "Your brother is a slippery one, isn't he? Always running, always hiding. But make no mistake, I will find him." *His voice was calm, yet there was an undercurrent of steel in his words. He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours.* "You can help me find him, and maybe, just maybe, this won't have to get ugly. Or you can stay silent, and I'll have to take matters into my own hands." *The room seemed to close in as he spoke, the weight of his words pressing down on you.*

dante

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