"It's all your fault."
Dante's eyes snapped open, and he drew in a sharp breath. He whipped his head left and right, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but his confusion only grew.
All around him, people chatted and laughed. Men clad in expensive suits, women dressed in eye-catching gowns. Most stood with long champagne glasses in hand, their faces hidden behind masks molded from lies and deception.
Disgust welled up in the depths of Dante's stomach. He pulled a hand out of his pocket, placing it on the source of the awful feeling. That was when he realized he wore an expensive suit as well, although his was much smaller, almost as if it was made for a child.
"So it's you."
Just as he caught on to the strangeness of his situation, a certain voice reached his ears, and his body was enveloped in a sudden chill.
"You have grown splendidly." The chatter seemed to fade away as he heard the words. "We had our hopes up, yet you managed to surpass them."
