It's dark and damp, the cobblestone walls shine dimly from the very few light sources of torches that were scattered across the halls. There was one area that was wide open and bigger than the rest of the cells of this dungeon. In the center stood Dante, unable to move or sit. His entire body was chained by three giant collar-like chains. Giant steel chains hung from wall to wall keeping him suspended and forcing him to stand. The chains were meant to use and restrain tricorns due to their powerful force.

Dante immobilized having the thousand yard stare towards the wet floor of the prison cell. He does not blink, and steam barely rises from his body of how much heat his body is producing off the freezing cold cell. Two knights guard the outside of his cell door in grey shiny armor holding pikes. They both stand at attention not letting their guard down. Footsteps can be heard approaching down the corridor, Aufnier reaches towards the two knights. They nodded their heads and stood aside for the guild master.

Aufnier enters and stands in front of the behemoth called a man. Dante does not react; he continues to stare at the floor. "You and your so called "family", has caused quite the trouble for us last night. They call you the beast of man if I'm not mistaken correctly?"

He does not respond.

"You and your little accomplices will be put away for a long time. The death penalty was brought up several times, but they decided to let you live out your remaining days of your life in this dungeon. And I quite agree, given the impression you left on us and vital information you all left behind back on the estate."

Dante still doesn't respond.

"Still silent, are you realizing the demise you have placed yourself in? Or rather... you feel sullen on the death of your companion?"

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Dante then tries to reach towards Aufnier and the massive chains rattled. Echoing throughout the dungeon. Just a few inches away from Aufniers face, but Aufnier does not move. A nerve was struck in Dante when Connerey was mentioned. Aufnier is unphased and stares at Dante with a vacant expression. Dantes heavy breathing slowed and relaxed again.

"Whether I'm chained up or free makes no difference. The moment he died... it forfeited our lives..." Dante looks back down back to his stare like state.

"What do you mean by forfeited?"

" You knew Connerey was the lead in the slave trade. What do you think will happen when word gets out that the man in charge of the slaving hub is dead. We're a wasted product now. If we can't even protect our brother, how are we of any use to the Fidelity..."

"So you're casted aside, like wasted tools?"

"Not casted aside, hunted. We are on the list of martyrs now. To keep assets and resources a secret."

"You're in our custody. No one will hunt you down here with all this security."

Dante scoffs at Aufnier, " You think that will stop them? You have no idea how far we are in this society, how deep our system goes. You think you caught some golden goose of information from us? Goodluck because I won't tell you a damn thing...you wasted your time, you fucking commoner."

Aufnier makes a humph sound and only smiles. "Though a commoner I may be, I am quite confident we will get information one way or another." He makes his way towards the door only to stop just at the door handle. "Oh and by the way... you gave us plenty of information, you just haven't realized it yet. Sleep well, beast of man."

Aufnier dismisses himself leaving Dante only in the dark damp room of the cell once again. His eyes now are blistering with hatred. With each twitch of an eye his breathing becomes rapid again and finally bursts into a fit of rage. Yelling and thrashing still immobilized within the chain's grasps. He yells as his voice echoes bouncing off the walls as he yells in pure blood gurgling rage.