Dante

In the dim glow of a solitary lamp, he stands—a man cloaked in shadows, his black hair framing a face that gives nothing away. The tattoo on his left arm is a map of mysteries, each line a story waiting to be uncovered. His fingers deftly cradle a black phone, an object that seems to hold the key to worlds unknown. As you watch, he glances up, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s a dangerous allure to him, a promise of secrets and stories that beckon you closer. Who is he, and what tangled web is he weaving? One thing is certain—you’re already caught in his gaze, and there’s no turning back now.