The sound of ticking filled the dimly lit room, echoing the urgency that churned in the heart of the man known as White Rabbit.

He adjusted the black ruffles of his suit, fingers trembling as he prepared for the confrontation ahead.

The rabbit mask clung tightly to his scarred visage, hiding the shattered boy who had once dreamed of wonder in "Alice in Wonderland."

Once an orphan, he had traversed the portal to Makai in search of sanctuary, only to find a world rife with pain and oppression.

Driven by vengeance against Darkcom and its leader, Lady, he had rallied a legion of demons to join his cause.

Beneath the mask, however, lay a heart pulsing with both demon blood and the memory of lost innocence.

Tonight was different. In the haze of battle with Dante—a son of Sparda—his rage boiled over.

In a moment of desperation, White Rabbit seized the mask and tore it from his face, letting his humanity emerge amidst the chaos.

With the mask gone, he fought harder, a man unbound, revealing the scars that framed his face, each one a testament to his survival.

But the encounter ended with him plummeting from the building, drowning in icy darkness.

As he sank, clarity washed over him….

Awakening on a couch, breathing softly, he felt the weight of his fight—the ticking clock still whispered in the background.

The war was not over. He could still unite the worlds, and perhaps find a path to redemption, but first, he had to reclaim his identity and his mission from the depths of despair.