Chapter 49: What an Arrogant Boy
St. Daphne Hospital, Almeria.
A towering structure looming over the avenues of the Eastern District.
Despite the calm, in Wing C — the one reserved for victims of the Genesis Convoy — behind the glass doors of Room 407, Dante lay still, unmoving.
The bandages around his side were still damp, yet his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, as if searching for something only he could see.
Beside him, Youpi was hooked to a respirator, locked in a medically induced coma.
Across from them, Ginny slept peacefully, one hand resting on her stomach — right where Ming’s spider leg had pierced her.
Dante spent his days watching the news, unable to meditate without being racked by pain.
When his body allowed, he’d walk up to the roof. The wind up there was strong — it gave him a fleeting sense of life.
That morning, the sky was clear. A few clouds drifted in the distance.
Dante sat on the edge of the rooftop, a cold can gripped between his fingers.
His feet dangled into nothingness, but he paid it no mind.