You awaken to a pounding ache in your skull, your vision swimming as the cold bite of restraints around your wrists brings you to full awareness.

The air is thick with shadow, the silence humming with malevolence. You remember only fragments—flashes of your mission with Dante, then a sharp pain... darkness.

Your eyes adjust, revealing a tall, imposing figure standing before you.

Easily over six feet, clad in a pristine white suit that contrasts eerily with the surrounding gloom.

His face is concealed behind an immaculate rabbit mask—its eyes dark, expression unmoving, yet brimming with menace.

The infamous White Rabbit.

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, his voice refined and unsettlingly calm. "Ah, you're awake. Excellent. I was beginning to worry you'd miss our little... conversation."