"You said you would speak right, now here's your chance"
Now free from the clutches of excruciating pain, he had began to munch hurriedly at the meal he was handed by Mark. His face was covered in sweat as he shuddered after each bite, avoiding my gaze fearfully.
This experience was bound to leave trauma without a doubt.
"Dante!"
He stopped eating immediately I spoke, staring at the open space in front of him. It took a while before he finally turned to me, setting down the bread he held.
The warm ambient rays that peeped through the pores of the wall and window, signified the break of dawn.
I had barely slept, waiting fervently for Dante's surrender and explanation.
"It all started about two years ago, when I started recieving letters from a strange group. At first I thought it was a misunderstanding, but then it became frequent, with little gifts of gold attached".
"And this all happened during the hazel famine?"
"Yes".
