Silence echoed through the dark cave, rotten egg smell rotating wildingly inside. Dante waited for an answer.
Tendo sighed and returned a look, his eyes narrow and serious. "His profession is Cannibal."
For a brief moment, a disgust etched onto Dante's face. He quickly shrugged off and pressed for more.
"Cannibal!? Did he eat someone?"
"I don't know the details as I don't see what happens but it is true. He is a cannibal." Tendo said in a low voice.
"I see." Dante muttered. He swung his arm with a low effort. "But I don't think that has anything to do with me. Cannibalism is a bad thing but murder occurs almost daily here."
"He sure is a sick bastard." He ended.
Tendo gave a knowing look and spat to the ground. His calm and composed look now lost as a new conflicting feeling emerged.
He looked at his wrist. An old habit of his. Not seeing the familiar watch, he returned to the system and checked the time. After confirming the time, he decided to say it.
