Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, in the streets of Westgrove City, a 14 year old black boy called Dante is minding his own business when an adult disrupts the peace.
"Oi, brat, that's a nice pair of shoes you got there."
Dante stays silent and ignores him, he knew this adult is going to try pick on him to take his trainers, and he wasn't going to have any of that. He was going to fuel his anger.
"Yeah thanks big guy, got a question though... How does one stoop so low that they have to steal off of minors?" Dante laughs at the adult, who is now, fuming like an engine.
"YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SH-" the adult says as he swings at Dante. However, Dante slips to the side and sleekly jabs and the adults liver. The adult groans and shouts at his lost friends to chase Dante.
"Hey get back here!" one shouts.
"I will gut you, you stinking little brat!"
Dante stops and now brandishes a long stick he found on the floor.
As the 3 adults come to grab Dante, he looks up at them smiling, which quickly disappears. His life flashes before his eyes, he starts sweating and breathing heavy, terrified of the 3 men. He starts to run away in fear of being brutally killed. One man grabs his torso and punches his side but Dante throws his stick at him and runs for his life.
Dante runs for as long as his legs could carry him into an abandoned building. Dante finds old wood and lights a campfire. There is a bruise in his side, and he reveals a brand on the left side of his body. A cross with a circle in the middle and at the end of each line of the cross it is made to look like arrows with triangles at the end of the lines. Dante sighs and tries to hold back his tears but the brand make him start bursting out in tears.
"Why... Why am I still alive. Why am I afraid of death. There's nothing for me anymore. There's no point in living. Why didn't they just kill me back then. It should've all ended there and then." He curls up into a ball and let's it all out. Then he looks up at the sky and wipes his tears.
"Why is death so terrifying to me."
He scratches his afro and wipes his sunglasses. He still wears it even in the cold weather. He pats his coat and shorts off and sets out again.
Dante walks through the empty streets at dead of night with his hands in his pockets. He sneaks into a 24 hour convenience store from the back and steals a bag of chips and a cold sandwich. He walks through the streets eating his food and suddenly chokes when sitting on a bench and reading a newspaper he found on the floor.
Uh? There's a freaking war going on right now? The Iron Fist're gonna attack Rhöem. That's where... they live.
Dante starts to sharpen the pair of daggers he found on the floor and starts to head on to the humble village of Rhöem.
It's time to get revenge... Dante mischievously thinks to himself.