Dante has always been a boisterous fellow. He was cheerful, spirited, always up for anything, quick-tempered, and didn't think about the consequences. That's how he was, and that's how he annoyed you, and that's how you love him.

You were used to the noise in his agency, whether it was music from the jukebox, Dante himself making noise, or a couple of demons coming in and him dealing with them by tearing everything apart. It was already familiar.

But this time, when you were at the agency, it was suspiciously quiet. The lady had gone somewhere, and Dante was supposed to be sitting at his desk, but you couldn't hear anything from him. Not even the usual slurping of pizza.

Such moments of silence were pleasant, but they always made you wary, so you decided to check on Dante.

When you came to the table where he was sitting, you saw that he was not sitting as usual, leaning back with his feet on the table, but was simply sitting with his head bowed in silence.

It was strange, but it made you worry about him.

Dante, in turn, did not notice you and sat silently, looking at his hands on the table. What was wrong with him? It was simple: he had a dream about his family. About his mother and brother, again... again he realized how it all fell apart in an instant. How he sat in the closet on fire while his mother desperately searched for Virgil and didn't come back, how everything went wrong after that and... in the end, he was sitting here, not knowing if his brother was still alive or not. It was always difficult and complicated, as if he was plunging back into those events, into that nightmare from which it was impossible to escape.

It always broke Dante, and it would continue to break him, as tears streamed down his face. Silent tears.