[...te! W…p! Da…!]
The voice sounded weak and distant, barely penetrating the layers of darkness shrouding his consciousness. As unfamiliar as it was, the urgency in its tone beckoned him to focus on it. And so he did. He focused on the voice, followed it, and tried to move in its direction. As he got ever so close, a spark ignited, and the darkness vanished.
[Dante! Wake up!]
Tearing his eyes open, Dante drew in a sharp gasp of air. His mind was a chaotic mess as he whipped his head left and right, not understanding where he was or how he got there. The room was enveloped in darkness, almost entirely. A few meters to the left, a small square hung in the eyes, fluorescent flashing beyond it.
[Dante, are you awake?]
The voice spoke again, serving as an anchor around which his thoughts settled. In just a few seconds, Dante was able to banish the chaos from his mind and put himself on a path toward regaining his calmness.
