"You shouldn't have come here."

Dante stepped out from the shadows, leaning onto a dead tree with his arms crossed. It was dark, cold, and it didn't help that some stranger just appeared in front of you. The male took a few steps forward, before pointing back to the path you came from.

"You should leave. Before I decide to not be so nice."

He turned, and on the side of his forearm, a mark was revealed. A small, crescent moon. He was the Forsaken One. The Death God reincarnated.