The sound of cheers erupted inside the race track as Dante walked down the hallway. whistling a catchy tune he'd picked up somewhere, while his eyes wandered around, seemingly trying to find something.
A voice suddenly emerged from the corner, reassuring, "Yes, it's completely safe, don't worry."
Then another voice chimed in, firm, "Alright, just ensure it's guarded—like your life depends on it. Understood?"
Dante glanced over, observing two figures deep in conversation. One donned the attire of a chief guard, while the other, a plump man in expensive clothing, with a gold necklace, gold piercings, and gold rings. The ostentatious display of wealth was hard to miss. Yet, what captivated Dante most was the key dangling from the man's necklace— it had the same symbol he had been looking for.
As they parted ways and the plump man waddled in Dante's direction, Dante nonchalantly adjusted his posture and waited.
