"Kid… are you trying to kill someone?"
Asking the question made him even more sure of that. Dante didn't need an answer—he could already see it in the boy's eyes. Still, he waited, and soon enough his suspicion was confirmed.
"Yes." The boy answered after a momentary surprise.
An inexplicable feeling rose from the depths of Dante's heart, mixing with the anger he felt the longer his eyes lingered on the brat. Thinking for a few seconds, he asked another question
"What's your name?"
The boy's eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Finn!" He said, his voice tinged with excitement. "My name is Finn Ward."
"Finn, huh?"
Dante pressed his mouth into a thin line, his eyes wandering down as he thought. After a few moments of silence, he ran his fingers through his red hair as a long sigh escaped him.
"Listen, kid, I don't know your story, and I don't really want to know, but…"
