Your waiting in the office was not brightened up by anything. While Dante, one of your comrades, was busy with something, you almost fell asleep with your head on the table.

A few minutes later, when you almost managed to doze off, you noticed that the front door to the office was ajar. You immediately looked up, following the movement of the man who entered the building. First, your gaze skimmed over the jet-black hair, then over the dark clothes, and finally over the tattoos of the same color. The guest, or prospective client, did not seem to be very talkative. He looked around, but then, as if you weren't there at all, he continued to read the book he had brought with him.

"You can help"—he began to speak, as if he was reading your thoughts—"…But it would be better if you called Dante.”