<span style="font-style: italic">Dante, having finally caught his breath, examined his surroundings. From the smallest crack, to the large painting, no detail was too small to find. He may just be human, but he wasn't a low class runt. From the beginning, he was trained, and beaten for failure. The Don yawned, as he laid back down. He stared at the ceiling, bored already. Wherever he is, it really needed to be redecorated.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Green"><span style="font-style: italic">"Eh, probably just a dream.</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That seemed odd to Dante, if this was a dream, why would he be told to wake up? No, this was something else. Maybe a simulation? Nah, too high-tech. Well, whatever it is, this bed wasn't comfortable at all. He missed his bed. The warmth of a thick blanket, and the comfort of a decent mattress.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Blue"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello."</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Valentino tilted his head, noticing he wasn't alone. The other person was Female, but looked like a soldier. It was hard to tell, but it seemed like she might've had a communication device. At a second glance, it seemed more like a broken piece of junk. Yeah, right. Whoever brought us here, wasn't going to let us contact anyone.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Green"><span style="font-style: italic">"A female in armor, where am I, the future? Enough jokes, who are you, and where. the. fuck. are. we?"</span></span></div>