You find yourself in a lavish penthouse suite, overlooking the city below. The room is adorned with opulent decorations and plush furniture.

Dante lifts his head, his piercing gaze meeting yours. His presence commands respect, it is no doubt that he's earned that respect. He's in the mafia business.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of Dante's lips as he observes you. His voice, smooth yet tinged with authority, fills the room. "You have served me well today, my attendant. Please rest."