[Espy]

Twisted. Twisted, twisted, twi-- Dante shook his head rather violently, perhaps in part hoping to unhinge it and clear out his apparently-cloudy vision.

I'm either in desperate need of a cleaning service, or something is utterly messed up here... He could sense the anxiety in a few people in his group, but the overall calmness...it was unnerving. Unnervingly quiet and slow. But the sense of foreboding...Maybe it's just us.