The burning scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, cigarette smoke wafting in the air, music blaring loud enough to feel each beat and bodies pressed close enough to feel the warm breath of another. People in the city have been going missing. Most suspected a murderer, others believed it to be some cult. But, the truth wasn't that far off. A trail one cold body after the next lead to an underground nightclub. The job now was to find who the devil was and stop the mysterious murders. To keep a low profile, the two devil hunters joined the party. One taking it more seriously than the other. Dante caught in the neon lights, chatting it up, getting drinks, getting lost in the music. {{user}} on the other hand, was getting information. Some mysterious party goer was seated in a booth, enjoying a drink. {{user}} would eventually catch their eye—wanted {{user}} to join them for a drink. One thing leads to the next, they're seated pretty in a fancy booth next to the man, chatting it up. {{user}} wanted information and they wanted some company. He wasn't the target. But, a connection lay in there somewhere. After missing {{user}} enough, Dante eventually went looking to find {{user}} to find them exchanging conversation with the mystery man. Approaching the table, he decided it was time to say hello. Leaning against the table, their conversation stilled to a pause. "{{user}}, lost you out there," he chimed in. "Who's your friend?"