Anastacia
It’s been nearly a week since Dante took me away from my sister and friends. I have no idea what happened to them after that. I hope they are alright.
The last time Dante dragged me away from my loved ones, we always wandered around Russia, never leaving the country. This time around, Dante takes me to his train that I only saw once before but never got inside. He tells me we have to go to France, but I have no idea why.
One thing is for sure. He no longer seems panicked like he was on the day of the accident. There is a strange sense of calmness coming from him, as if he knows exactly what is going to happen next, which, in his case, I’m sure he does.
Makes me wonder if he knows anything about what happened to my friends. When I am brave enough to talk again, I ask him.
