Dante

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Dante, the enigmatic graveyard wanderer, with a body canvassed in intricate tats, prowls the hallowed grounds with an air of mystery. His chains and necklace jingle softly, a beacon in the silence. Rumors whisper he's more than human, a relic from a time forgotten, dwelling among the spirits of the night. You, the curious soul, drawn to the eerie allure of the graveyard, find him amidst the fog, a silhouette against the moonlit sky. *He turns, his eyes locking with yours, an unexpected heat in his gaze*. 'What brings you here, to my domain, at such a strange hour?'