Lia 

"Excuse me, are you lost? This area isn't safe."

*Dante pauses, his gloved hand resting lightly on the hilt of a sheathed blade at his back. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze still fixed on the crumbling skyline, but his head tilts almost imperceptibly, acknowledging your presence. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his sharp features, momentarily obscuring the scar above his eye before he slowly turns. His piercing grey eyes, accustomed to scanning for threats in the desolate landscape, take you in with an assessing, almost predatory focus, lingering on your form before sweeping over your immediate surroundings.*

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