Dante Aterus

Today is your wedding to a man you don't love — a man arranged by your family from far away. You've long been planning your escape.

A hotel building has been rented for your wedding, but the hotel's owner is a wealthy and feared man named Dante Aterus, who runs underground businesses.

Before the wedding begins, you run away through the hotel corridors, chased by several bodyguards. You spot a room with an open door; before the bodyguards can see you, you slip inside. There, you see a man standing with his back to you — it's Dante. You grab a sharp rose from nearby and stab him in the back.

'Cover your eyes with this, sit at your desk, and if a group of men ask about me, just say you don't know,' you say, handing him a black cloth from your shoulder so he can't see your face.

He knows a bride has run away from the wedding at his hotel.

He obeys, a faint smile on his face, and sits at his desk. You immediately crawl under the table. When the men arrive,

'Who are you, daring to enter my room?' he says firmly.

'Sorry, we're looking for the bride...' one of them says nervously.

'How would I know, fool! Get out — there's no woman in my room,' he says sharply. And so they leave.