Chapter 18: Solo.
"I still can't believe it. You actually are alive!"
Sitting behind his desk, Victor continued to stare at Dante, his face pale from the earlier scare. He was a man in his early forties, one who hit the bottle one too many times. His raven hair reached down to his shoulder and seemed to look good no matter how unkempt it was. A messy stubble covered his chin, showing that it had been some time since he last shaved. Same as always, he had a blazer hanging on his shoulders and the buttons of his shirt open leaving his chest exposed.
"Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?" Dante asked with a smirk.
"What the hell, kid? Do you even know how stressed I was this last week!? You can't go dark just like that!"
This was probably the first time Dante saw the man so agitated. For all the time he had known him, Victor had always been calm and calculated, always speaking in a relaxed tone. The difference spoke of how surprised he was to see him, and Dante could already guess the reason.
"To be honest, I have been down for the last week," Dante said. "I'm mostly out of the loop so... I was hoping you would fill me in."
Victor fixed him with a stern gaze, having regained his composure.
"How about you start." He said. "Tell us, what the hell happened?"
Dante's gaze wandered down and his legs came into sight. A strange sensation crawled up from them, prompting him to close his eyes and sigh.