[Espy]

Dante tensed, his hand tightening around the handle of his switchblade. His usually tan complexion had turned a sickly gray, not that anyone would notice in this dim light. He had fully intended on his his breathing even, to not make it apparent that he was awake, but his breath now came in muffled ragged gasps buried into his scarf as he tried stem the flow of tears that were threatening to flood out. He drew a long breath in, sat up, and clenched his left fist onto the bookshelf.

"...I can hear you, lion," he growled, eyes shadowed over. He was, for the first time in a while, being consumed by a black murderous rage that left his sanity partially in place. "Why can't you...leave...the dead...in peace?!" he managed to spit out in between breaths.