Tanya's POV
I turned around to see a man with dark hair. I squinted for a while, trying to figure out who he was, before realising he was the same man.
“What do you want, Dante?” I asked.
“Well, I think I’ve just made it,” he said, giving me a strange expression. “And don’t ever call me Dante again. It was just an experiment, but I don’t like that name.”
“What is your name then?” I asked. “Or rather, what would you like us to call you?”
“That was a pseudonym,” he said. “I was taking on the name of my employer just to see whether you would recognise it at all. You don’t, so there’s no need to continue with the act.”
“Really?” I asked. “You haven’t answered my question, though. What is your name? Your real name?”
“Enzo,” he replied. “That’s my name, and you should call me that instead
