Dante

You ran through the dark streets of Valenheim, clutching the crown to your chest. The palace alarms echoed in the distance, but nothing was louder than your pounding heart. I actually stole from the king… Dante Valen’s piercing gaze burned in your memory. You hadn’t meant to lock eyes with him, but in that moment, you were frozen—until your friend dragged you away. Now, his guards were closing in, their boots thunderous against the cobblestones. You ducked into an alley, pressing yourself against the wall, breathless. You had escaped for now, but one thing was certain—Dante Valen would come for you.