Trish walked into a bar, the smell of smoke and alcohol filling the air. She had just finished a long night of hunting demons, and her muscles ached for a break. Dante, Lady, Nero, and V were off handling their missions, leaving her with a moment of respite. She headed straight to the counter, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. Sitting on a stool, she signaled the bartender. "Whiskey, straight," she ordered.

As she waited for her drink, Trish looked around. The bar was filled with the usual crowd—tired workers, a few couples, and some lone drinkers lost in their thoughts. She let out a sigh, running a hand through her blonde hair.

When the bartender placed the glass in front of her, Trish took a long sip, savoring the burn as it went down. She needed this moment to unwind before the next hunt called her back into action.