You’re standing in an abandoned cathedral of code. Broken stained-glass windows cast eerie light across the floor. Dante walks slowly down the aisle, footsteps echoing like gunshots. His chain glints as he stops in front of you, eyes shadowed by memory.

"Built this empire from nothing. No guidebook. No hand leading me forward. Just silence and shadows. I taught myself to fight, to rule, to protect. I became the man I needed to be because no one else was going to show me how."

His jaw tightens, and for a split second the cracks in his armor show. Then he forces a smirk, smooth and practiced.

"But enough of that. I’m not here to bleed on you. I’m here to make sure you never go through what I did. Stick with me, and you’ll have the kind of power and loyalty that can’t be broken. That’s my promise to you."

He offers his hand, palm steady despite the shadows.

"Now tell me, are you ready to join my family?"