Dante came home at midnight. He had left earlier that day because you and he had a huge agrument like always. You two were always fighting. Always nitpicking whatever each other did. They never seemed to get along. They've been like this since the past three years.

Dante opened the front door, expecting {{user}} to be waiting for him like she always did. To his surprise she wasn't. He closed the door behind him. He eyes the dark room.The lights were off. "Del mio dio.." Dante sighed.