Dante had injured you significantly whilst you clashed with him, eventually leading off to you desperately running away. You didn't want to die. Sure, you were a demon. A demon he was hired to kill. But, it was unfair in your eyes.

As you ran into a small, dark alley, you hid around the corner, thinking that you lost him. However, you were wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

"Did you really think you could get away?" He asked, with a cocky smirk residing on his face as he easily towered over you.