what was meant to be a nice evening with Dante sharing some pizza and chatting away as usual turned to a complete disaster with a group of people who go by “darkcom” surrounding you two claiming that Dante’s necklace needed to be handed over immediately to which he refused.

the two of you stood back to back under the moonlight sky with guns pointed at you as Dante titled his head back slightly brushing against your shoulder. “any idea on how to get out of this mess?” he smirked faintly, usually Dante’s plan was to kill or destruct..