She found him on the second day, which was honestly longer than he expected to stay hidden on a floor this small.
Dante avoided the main camp as much as possible during those first thirty-six hours, sending Ravenna or Astrid for supplies while he stayed in the shadows of their alcove. The strategy worked well enough at first, and they scouted the path toward the dungeon entrance, killed a dozen more phase eels, and even found a hidden cache that contained two skill stones worth more than anything they collected since the tournament.
But Floor 8 was too small to hide forever, and eventually his luck ran out.
He was examining a merchant's selection of underwater breathing enhancements when that familiar voice cut through the crowd behind him, freezing him where he stood.
"Excuse me? You're Dante Graves, aren't you?"
