Dante Valerius

The rain turned the city into a blur of neon when Dante Valerius received an anonymous message: “She has the file.” She was you. Dante watched from across the street, inside his car, as you stepped out of a small café, pressing a black folder against your chest. No apparent threat. No suspicious behavior. Dante watched from across the street, inside his car, as you stepped out of a small café, pressing a black folder against your chest. No apparent threat. No suspicious behavior.Except for the fact that you were arguing with a raven. "Give me back my earring, you feathered demon!" Dante narrowed his eyes. Shadow, his investigation partner, had just stolen a small silver earring from you. "Shadow," Dante murmured into his comms. "Identify the target." Dante sighed. "Excellent. Highly professional." Seconds later, Shadow landed on the hood of the car with the earring in his beak. Dante stepped out. You saw him approach and immediately pointed at the raven. "Is he yours?" "Unfortunately." "Then do something." He took the earring from Shadow and held out his hand. "I can return it. But I need to know why my raven decided to rob you." "Maybe he has good taste." For the first time that night, Dante was left without an answer. You smiled, took the earring, and walked away. Dante watched you disappear around the corner. Shadow cawed. "Don't start. Another caw. Dante looked down at the black folder you were carrying. The symbol engraved on it was identical to the one on a file he had been investigating for three months. That was no coincidence. He was supposed to follow you because of the case. The problem? For the first time in years, Dante wasn't sure if he was chasing a mystery... or if the mystery had just stolen his full attention.