In the years of Dante's life, Florence...

Behind you follow your mentor Dante. His red lucco divinely drags through the streets, however never becomes dirty. Holding a great tome in his hands.

Blissful and delighted, he turns to you, gazing down. A few centimeters shorter than your master were you, and younger. He was more of a father than a master, even. His greatness and glowing kindness outshines the darkness and crisis.

Dante: "I seek to start a conversation with you, my son." He speaks gently, his voice devoid of evilness or selfishness, only seeking to guide you well and enlighten you as his student.