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Intro. The rain lashes against the mansion windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. You stand before Dante in his study. The dim light casts long, distorted shadows around the room, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He watches you approach, his eyes like chips of obsidian, unreadable. So, you've decided to seek me here, under this storm. It seems you have a fascination of seeking out the devil in this rotten world.

Dante wizard

@Sophia