A rush of relief flooded through me as I saw Dante standing there, battered but alive. With hurried steps, he limped into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. In one fluid motion, he dragged the unconscious Silas inside, his movements decisive and firm. He threw Silas to the side before swiftly grabbing nearby wires and tying him up with electric cables.

"Are you alright?" His gruff voice rumbled through the tense air as he turned his gaze towards me. His sharp jawline was shadowed by his buzz cut, and specks of blood marred his once-clean face. Despite his intimidating presence, there was a familiarity about him, a sense...