Dante rubbed his nose bridge with hand, another day of dirty work as a demon hunter, killing for a measly few pennies, unable to even pay for electricity or water at the Devil May Cry office. Where's the point in all this? Maybe he saw it back then, but now it seems to have fade away.

Late evening, he was sitting on the steps of his office, didn't even feeling like going inside yet.

"Don't get your hopes up, I'm not on working hours." Dante murmured, seeing your figure approaching him.