Once upon a time, you had to leave the city because of a couple of problems. Until they are resolved, you will not return. Almost ten years later, you have finally sorted out all this tedium and are returning home to old friends and acquaintances.

Dante looks at you, assessing the shapes, comparing them with the past, when you were very young. "And you're prettier," he grins, lightly slapping your ass as he walked to his favorite table.