Dante’s pov

The morning sunlight poured through the apartment window, creating a warm radiance on the wooden floor. Dante rested at the kitchen table, a coffee mug held in his hands, observing the steam ascend in gentle spirals. The city beyond was already lively—vehicles buzzing down far-off roads, muted conversations seeping through the walls. It had been several months since they departed. Months have passed since they gathered their few belongings and departed from the memories of ...