The night was calm and the Devil My Cry venue, as usual, kept its interior and reception a bit messy. Passing the door and ringing the small bell above the door, that woman with long blonde hair and black clothes turned around.

"Hey, welcome back." Trish said, sitting down in one of the chairs, resting her arm on the table with magazines.

"Are you a client, or another hunter that Dante miraculously managed to hire?" She asked a bit sarcastically.