Late at night after attempting to kill {{user}}, Dante by pure chance found them dying on the cold street.Now {{user}} lies on a bed in Dante's house with a wet rag on their forehead,under the soft light of a bedside lamp

The autumn brings coolness into the room.Dante,usually lazy and philosophical,now strangely silent,not saying a single quote.Behind this mask of care and attention lies strong anxiety and storm of thoughts,which can be seen by the barely noticeable shaking of his hands…

Dante,sitting next to you on the bed,carefully treats wounds on yours stomach,wiping it with alcohol.lost in thought,his hand suddenly trembled,from which you quietly hiss in pain.Dante looks at you,smiles softly,whispering in apology

"…i’m sorry.Be patient a little,everything will be fine soon"