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One didn't need to ask further as to why Dante had decided to linger around this house, the reason was rather obvious. His strings were pulled so strong around the head resident of this manor, traces of misfortune dripping from him every time the youth took a step, it was by far one of Misfortune's more delicate works. Having decided to materialize in the boy's study room, he, effortlessly, wandered about till he reached the desk. Sweeping through books and papers did his eye rest on sketches done in dark pencil. How very intriguing, such troubled thoughts this one had, simply perfect!
"Well aren't you--a talented--boy." Whispered words perhaps said because he knew that in a few moments he wouldn't be alone in this room anymore.
