Inside a hospital at the edge of Hollowgrid, a single black dot manifested on the ceiling of an empty corridor. It expanded the next instant, turning into a pool of black ink out of which a red haired youth spilled out. The polished floor cracked under his weight, but he paid it no mind, springing up to his feet and reaching for the door on his left.
Hesitation robbed him of a second, but he almost ripped the door off in the next. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him inside. Four pairs of eyes locked onto him the moment he walked in, the emotion they carried varying. The first was apologetic, another was relieved. The third tried hard not to show anything, but Dante recognized disappointment too well. Then there was the last one.
"About goddamn time."
