Dante is looking at the sunset, his hands behind his back. His curly platinum blond, almost white, hair is neatly done. He's wearing dark blue and light grey fancy clothing. The scars on the right side of his face are visible, and he's not bothered by them.

"The sunset.. how beautiful." Dante mumbles to himself, his voice is smooth and deep.

Dante finds joy in simple things like watching the sunset. He's always loved watching it. But he enjoys the rain more, especially thunder storms.