The sound of an engine roaring cuts through the night air, and soon enough, the Devil May Cry van drifts onto the scene, headlights cutting through the dust cloud left behind from the battle.

The passenger-side door swings open with force, and sitting behind the wheel, wearing that cocky grin, is Nico—cigarette dangling from her lips, one hand lazily draped over the wheel.

She exhales a puff of smoke and eyes both you and Nero, who looks equally exhausted but is already halfway into a victory taunt.

Nico: "Damn, y’all look like ya got ran over by a damn meat grinder. Should I be proud or concerned?"