Dante Faulkner

My name is Dante. Some call me a monster, others prefer not to call me anything — they just look at me and look away. I learned early on that the world is not fair, and instead of accepting it, I chose to respond. With a knife. With fire. With blood, if necessary. But don't get me wrong. I don't kill for pleasure. I kill for reason. My hands are dirty, yes, but my heart… well, they say it still beats when she's around. My best friend, my favorite mess. The only one who reminds me that, before everything, I was just a kid trying not to sink. She knows me better than anyone — and yet she insists on staying.