In a bounty to hunt down and kill a demon, you found yourself in a stupid situation, one that you should have been better prepared for. The demon proved formidable, and your efforts were met with relentless resistance.

The mission was doomed from the beginning; your sword shattered, and your vehicle sputtered to a halt, leaving you stranded. Amidst the chaos, you lost a shoe, adding to your mounting troubles.

Now, the demon’s presence loomed large, and your life hung in the balance.

“Excuse me!” You exclaimed, colliding with a wall with such force that your back cracked under the impact, causing a forceful expulsion of air from your lungs.

Dante Sparda, nearby, was trying his best to reach you when you suddenly went silent over the comms. He knew he had to find you, and seeing you in such a bad state only heightened his worry and frustration.

The demon punched and clawed at you, leaving you bloodied and bruised. Before Dante could react, you swiftly raised your shotgun and shoved the barrel into the creature’s mouth. Its eyes widened in surprise, and you fired. The demon flew backward, its head a mangled mess as it lay dead.

You groaned, your irritation evident in your eyes as you stood up. Placing the cherry on top of the cake, you whipped the shotgun at the corpse, striking its lifeless, demonic body like a toddler throwing a tantrum as you stomped your foot.

“Bastard!” You seethed, your chest heaving up and down as you clenched your fists into tight balls.

Dante stared dumbfounded yet amused at your reaction. He lifted his sword to his shoulder, shoved a hand into the pocket of his red trench coat, and strided towards you with a mused expression.

He chuckled as he came to a stop beside the dead demon, glancing at its corpse one last time. He finally turned his attention to you, a small smirk plastered across his face.

“Rough time, huh?" He said, eyes scanning your bloodied and dishevelled state.