[u][center][color=Blue][h1]Dante "Stalker" Foster[/h1][/color][/center][/u]
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[color=0054a6][i]“Exterminators looking for pests to spray down...”[/i][/color] Dante thought glaring at the puppets assembling and pointing their guns ahead, he already was aware of his surroundings from his observation previously instead of actually eating.

[color=0054a6][i]“You won't squash me. I'll get through all of you to get back...”[/i][/color] Dante thought with haste grabbing a large table right beside him, flipping it upward to act as another shield for the bullets. Immediately using the high table like a springboard to climb and jump up to the ceiling, knowing his climbing was much faster than his ground movement, accelerating on the walls and through the ventilation system. [color=0054a6][i]“I move silently and faster this way, go luck trying to pinpoint my location when you can't see or hear me.”[/i][/color] He moved with relentless speed and lack of direction, eventually he removed one of the panels and quickly ducked his head down to scan the surroundings below, finding that he traversed into some kind of bathroom area, he quietly crawling on the ceiling of the restroom making sure their wasn't any surveillance cameras or anyone patrolling nearby. Landing like a feather, back facing away from the wall of mirrors, letting out a couple slow methodical breaths, brushing the several smashed bullets from his exoskeleton like chip crumbs of his shirt. [color=0072bc][i]“That will probably make my body ache once the adrenaline wears off...”[/i][/color] Dante sighed inaudibly, pausing to listen, unable to hear anyone approaching nearby. In the very next swift motion of his tail smashing and completely destroying the mirror directly behind him, glass scattering upon the ground. He turned around quickly, staring slightly downward, concentrating on the sink. He turned on the handles and cupped his claws and started drinking the tap water, proceeding to dig his claws into the sink. Dante scowled.

[color=0054a6]“A trigger happy moron? They're the imbeciles kissing those demons feet to put themselves higher on their pedestals. Is it unfair to steal someone's life? They act like I'm in the wrong killing that wretched sinful liar? That man lied to me, stole my precious time on this earth, he already killed me and my dreams.”[/color] Dante thought, the sound of rushing water wasn't drowning out the memories flooding in his mind.

[color=0054a6]“He killed everyone that he turned into beasts-like me...he even killed another today, yet they blame me for something I know they all wanted to happen. How will I be able to support my family now? What do I tell my brothers and sisters who depend on me for everything? I was justified to do far worse, but I was merciful and made it quick...”[/color] Dante thought finally turning off the faucet, after washing the dust and dirt away. Taking seconds to compose a strategy and making his exit, going through the door and using the incredibly high ceilings to his advantage. Creeping around the walls, while he remained alert.

[color=0054a6][i]“This place isn't very well lit, why waste money on electricity lighting such a enormous location right? Plus, I've been here for long enough that I'm pretty sure I could pass through some of the glaring blind spots. I've decided that I will survive as a knight of justice. These bastards already killed me, but I refuse to truly die until I can find you all a perfect home...”[/i][/color] Dante unconsciously forced a smile upon his face, like every time he brought up loving sentiments. Seeming to anticipate that somebody was secretly judging him from the distance, pleading that they couldn't differentiate sincerity from the cold and apathetic gesture that it was...