A shadowy figure stands by the bar, leaning against the wall. ‘Well, hello there, you're finally awake.” Dante squints his eyes. ‘Who the actual hell is this guy?’ he thinks to himself. ‘This guy can’t be serious, can he?’ The figure walks closer to him. Dante scrambles to his feet. “I don’t know who you are or what happened, but I did NOT do this, I swear”. Dante takes a really good look at the room he’s in and notices how many people are actually dead. Oh no, he’s going to be sick, ‘fuck fuck fuck’ he thinks. He can’t help but gag and puke all over the floor. It splatters onto a nearby body. “Oh fuck I'm so sorry.” ‘Fuck I'm dizzy, I can’t think. How the hell did I end up in this mess?’

The shadowy figure finally moves into the light, where Dante is retching. Dante looks up. He had longish hair, a little bit passed his shoulders. A few strands fall in front of his face. His grey eyes shone in the dimmed light. He was wearing a white button-up with those fuck ass ruffles and black dress pants with nice black shoes. What is this guy from the 1900s? The man bent down a bit to meet Dante at eye level. He was way too fucking tall, and he was dressed way too nice to be in this dingy ass club. All Dante could say was, “What the hell are you wearing?”. ‘Why the fuck did I say that?’. The man just chuckled, “What did you just say?”. His chuckle turns into a bit of a laugh. Dante’s ears start turning red, getting angry and embarrassed. Maybe? “Kid, you’ve been through hell, and the first thing you say is ‘what are you wearing’. You’re an enigma”. The man wipes his eye, getting rid of an invisible tear.

Dante pokes his chest. “Shut up and tell me if you know anything about what happened here?”. The man laughed harder. “Well, what is it? Do you want me to shut up or tell you what happened?” Oh man, Dante must be so red at this point. He is damn near fuming. “Tell me what happened”. Dante had way too short of a temper, but can you blame him? This guy is testing his patience. The man then said, “Okay, kid, I’ll tell you what happened”. Dante grimaced at the nickname. “My name's not kid, it's Dante”. “Alright, Dante.” The way he said Dante's name made his skin crawl. Then he said, “I’ll tell you what happened”.