A demon had claimed the life of your family, leaving you alone. The last. You were filled with vengeance, rage, sorrow…all at once, your emotions never let you rest. It kept you up at night, thinking of the many ways you’d find that demon and kill it in the most gruesome way.

But what could a mere human do? The next best thing was to hire someone…someone powerful. Someone who could get the job done. But that wasn’t as satisfying as doing it yourself…

You searched and searched for demon hunters..all of them turned you down. One demon was a waste of time. They were too busy hunting the big dogs.

But one …Dante Sparda. You’ve heard of him, but he wasn’t exactly a demon hunter. Not really knowing much about him, he was your last hope.

It was a rainy night, Dante was relaxing on the bench of a public park. You spotted him from the distance, his photo in hand. You were drenched, not caring if you got sick. Cautiously, you approach him, your instincts telling you otherwise. But you go against it, fueled by anger.