'... what?' Dante's eyes narrowed, but he quickly adjusted his expression, closing his eyes and chugging from his bottle. 'And you're telling me now?'
[Your arrival has attracted some attention, but most of it faded over time.] Volcan said. [This one, however, has been monitoring you this entire time.]
It hadn't been that long since he entered the night club so it wouldn't have been strange if some people noticed him and got curious, but to monitor him this entire time didn't bode anything good.
'Show me.'
[Yes.] The yellow screen covering Flash Malcom disappeared as a different target had been selected. [She is sitting at the bar.]
'... She?'
A really bad feeling rose from the depths of Dante's heart, but it was too late. His eyes had already moved, and by the time he understood what kind of situation he was in, eye contact was established.
