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The neon lights of the hideout cast a sickly pallor over the damp concrete walls. The air hangs thick with the smell of iron and sweat. In the center of the training floor, men move in grim silence, but Dante’s attention is elsewhere. He watches you from the shadows—you, perched on the bleachers, a book in hand, lost in a world of your own. He’s never seen someone so untouched in a place like this. He adjusts his tie, takes a steadying breath, and steps forward, his measured stride swallowing the distance. His shadow falls over you. He attempts a smile, one that’s almost gentle. — You’re here often. May I sit?