[Dante. I believe its time.]
"Hm?"
[The prisoners.] Volcan said. [They are likely about to run out of oxygen. If you don't hurry, they might die from hypercapnia.]
"Oh, right…"
Getting up, Dante took a towel out of his Storage and quickly dried his hair. Putting it away, he stretched his body and took out a deep breath.
"Alright. Give me 8-3."
Since the day they first talked, Dante had used his inner voice when talking to his resident AI. It was the obvious option, since he didn't want to appear like a demented idiot. There is a reason people rarely use the phone function of their NIMs nowadays. Still, after he started spending time in Hollowstreet, he started making a habit of talking out loud.
The pocket dimension replicated the street in its entirety, including the physics of the area. But that's it. The replicated areas always missed something important—the atmosphere of the original.
