An heart attack.

The big man cut in front of her. It was her turn! The people behind were complaining and scolding the queue-jumper. But the man seemed to ignore them. Renee saw that man going up, and they had to wait for the next group. Although she was unhappy, there was nothing she could do. There were so many people in the world who behaved out of manner. Dante saw the disappointment in her eyes, and his heart trembled slightly he stepped forward quickly, grasping the shoulder of the rude man. The man was strong, and somewhat vicious. He struggled for a while, but failed to break free. He couldn't help frowning and then turned around. Behind him stood Dante, who had a half disfigured face and a half good one. Dante was tall and well-proportioned, without the bad-guy look. He used brute force, trying to break free from Dante again, but still failed. He thought: "This man is so strong!” He frowned with discontent, "What are you doing?" "You jumped in the queue and it's our turn." Dante answered. "Oh,