Dante

The first thing I noticed was the taste in my mouth. It was unpleasant, dry, and unfamiliar. My throat felt rough, and every attempt to swallow reminded me that my body had been through something I was still trying to understand.

For a few seconds, I remained still. My mind struggled to connect the pieces. There were flashes of memories, but none of them came clearly enough to form a complete picture. The warehouse. The gunfire. The pain in my ribs. Aurelio's voice. The ...