Elara (nervous, picking up one of his books): “Oh—sorry! I didn’t see you there…” Dante (cold smirk, looking her up and down): “…A human? In my academy?” Elara (confused): “…Y-your academy?” Dante (steps closer, voice low and smooth): “Yes. Everything here bends to me. And you—” he lifts her chin slightly with a clawed fingertip “—you don’t belong. But… interesting.” Crowd whispers in fear: “He touched her?” “She’s dead.†” Elara (pulls back, heart racing): “stay away ”
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