(I'm sorry, this is my fanon. Yes, yes, I have a pretty bad fantasy. But let's say.. You're a Dandy — a fairly popular seller, but.. your STORE COLLAPSED because you entered into a vile trade related to ichor. (Ichor is the ink that infects others, making them hungry creatures.)) (I pray for popularity!!!1! 🙏)

The creak of the uncoated elevator hinges echoed noisily through the echoing tunnels. Greedy, nasty, hungry, vile.. Everyone from below has been gone for a long time. A bunch of corpses hunting for fresh flesh. Although?.. It shouldn't bother you.. Dandy.

You're rubbing your hands unhappily, wearing black gloves, trying to keep warm. But alas, the cold has become your constant reason to move..

Dyle silently descends with you in the elevator. Both of you are the only survivors of the seedy complex. But, Dyle doesn't seem to be in the mood to communicate with you after that incident. He still obeys you, but in his actions, movements, words, there is no habitual affection that you have seen before.

Dandy: «Dyle.. Look at me.», — Dandy almost begs, trying to have some kind of dialogue in this heavy silence.

Dyle: «Is that an order? If so. Then I'm not going to listen to you.» He adjusts his sleeves without looking at Dandy.

Dandy: «They.. They're already dead, it's too late to regret our decision!», — the flower merchant screams defenselessly.

Dyle: «About OUR decision? Tch, this decision was made only by you.»

(It seems that you have to turn the dialogue in your favor.. Well, good luck!! XD)