<span style="font-style: italic">Dante laughed as he oversaw the execution of the rival Don. Of course, this wasn't an ordinary execution, no, this was a sacrifice. Two heavily armed men aimed their Colt forty-fives at the sniveling wretch, the barrels against his temple.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, Boss, should we?"</span></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Of course no answer was given, but the simple nod before the deafening shots was understood quite well. Dante smirked, and lit up a cigar, taking a few puffs, before he set it down in the ceramic ashtray nearby.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Green"><span style="font-style: italic">"Nicely done, and with so little of a mess. Exactly why you two are my personal guards. Alexius, Benvolio, let's go.</span></span></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dante didn't know why, but suddenly, as if it was a warning shot for crossing territorial bounds, a high velocity blast of air sent him reeling back. This wasn't as bad as it would've been, had he not have just stood. Now sitting back down in his chair, Dante could see a silhouette of a large, masculine-looking figure, but besides its lips, everything else was blackened. The Don glared at the intruder, but his eyes widened, as he saw the corpses of his two best men lying at its feet.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That was it, no-one kills his men. Dante leaped over his desk, rushing the shadowed figure, his switchblade in hand. He held the knife in front of him, and smirked, and the blade pierced the shadow, seemingly, at least. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as he saw the blade of his favorite knife shatter upon connection, and a long, muscular hand wrapped around The Dons neck, lifting him off the ground. Dante tried to pry the fingers open, trying desperately to breathe, but with every failed attempt, the grip tightened, as the thing spoke, seeming to mock his effort.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: Maroon">"Wake up"</span></span></div><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: Black;background:Black;"/></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">With the sudden lack of Oxygen in his Lungs, Dante awoke with a sudden jolt. Coughing, and gripping his chest, before the feeling faded.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Green"><span style="font-style: italic">"What the Fuck just happened!? Actually..."</span></span></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dante paused, before speaking again, albeit to himself. He looked around, confused by the Red tinted light.</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: Green"><span style="font-style: italic">"The better question is... Where the fuck am I?"</span></span></div>