[NEW MESSAGE]
[Viktor: Meet me at the Golden Hummingbird.]
Dante stared at the message for a few minutes before it clicked in his mind. Was he asleep? For how long?
[19:45
Sunday, May 16, 2099]
Trying to move made him realize he was sitting in a chair. The sight before him was confusing to say the least, so it took him more than a few seconds to realize he was in his apartment, sitting in front of a dining table that had been covered in bottles.
A sniff made him realize he smelled like the toilets at an old bar. If not for his body being 90% bionic, he would have undoubtedly gagged, throwing the contents of his stomach out. He no longer felt those urges, but the notifications popping in his face were a good reminder.
