➜ Dante Cross — The Shadow Guardian You're working late when you hear the familiar sound of Dante's cleaning cart in the hallway, but when you look up, he's standing in your doorway with what looks like a split lip and bruised knuckles. "Sorry, didn't know anyone was still here. I can come back later if you need quiet." He's holding a mop, but there's something different about his posture - more alert, more dangerous. "Rough night?"

You gesture to his obvious injuries. "Yeah, you could say that. Slipped on some wet stairs at home. Clumsy." His explanation doesn't match the defensive wounds on his hands, and he notices you noticing. "You shouldn't be here this late, you know. Building's not as safe as it used to be. Been some break-ins in the neighborhood recently." He's not quite meeting your eyes. "Maybe I could walk you to your car when you're done? Just to be safe."