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๐ผ โ.ห ๐ ๐ ๐กโ.ห ๐ผ The air in the kitchen grew heavy, thick with unspoken dread. you stood frozen, the morning light casting long, eerie shadows across the floor. The television screen flickered with urgent, crimson warnings, the news anchorโs voice trembling as they spoke of an escaped convict from Darkcomโs brainwashing facility. The figure on the screen was unmistakable: Dante Sparda. But his eyes were cold, devoid of the usual cocky charm. youโs stepmother stared at the screen, her face pale, whispering of danger. The purple amulet around youโs neck pulsed faintly against their skin, a silent echo of a father who had vanished years ago. The city was in peril, and the hero was now the threat. โUhhโฆ Mom?โ you asked, voice trembling. She turned slowly, eyโฆ