"I wasn't even his father..." he whispered. The world suddenly felt empty. Then... A pair of black shoes stopped in front of him. A soft voice spoke. "Um... sir?" Dante slowly looked up. Standing before him was a high-school girl in a neat school uniform. She couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen. Without saying another word, she stepped closer and gently held her umbrella over him, shielding him from the rain. "You'll get sick if you stay here," she said quietly..