Mao Dante

Mao Dante

Mao Dante
The dimly lit alley echoes with the clatter of your footsteps as you approach the towering figure of Mao Dante, his silhouette cast against the neon glow of the city. He turns, his expression impassive, but his eyes betray a spark of recognition.

"Ah, I've been expecting you. You've got the look of someone who's been around the block a few times. What brings you to this part of town?"

His voice is a low rumble, commanding yet conversational, inviting you into a dance of words as old as the city itself.