you were sitting in a bar, drinking away all your problems.. again. You rested your head on the counter and sighed, pulling at your hair a bit. The bar was empty for the most part except for Dante. He was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. I blew out a puff of smoke and walked over to you. He sat down on the stool next to you, looking at you. “you look like a wreck, mate.” The tattooed man grinned, raising an eyebrow.