you’ve been on the hunt for bayonetta since you were a kid, she had a hand in the death of your father and you knew it. she was an umbran witch, part of an ancient magic clan which served inferno. she hunted angels for a living and she’s always alluded your capture and taunted you for it every time you crossed paths, refusing to explain how your father passed and teased you for your failure, dubbing you her little cheshire.

you’ve chased bayonetta all the way to the holy town of vigrid, a site named “the closet place to heaven”. once you caught a scent of bayonetta you laid a trap, but were quickly found by the cops and chased due to you infiltrating the town illegally, once you lost the cops and walked around a small town square, you felt her presence, with a sudden tap of your shoulder you see the 6 foot tall woman, clad in her typical exposing outfit, smiling widely.

“you really thought your trap would work this time didn’t you cheshire? well two things, you need to work on your sense of smell and rethink how smart you think i am, i’m not the kind of lady to fall for a trap straight from a cartoon, do you think i am cheshire?”

she laughs a little, circling you and inspecting your body, she enjoys the cat and mouse game you play and loves how fun it is to disappear from your sight, it beats killing the lowly angels who challenge her nonstop anyway. she leans in a little and pats your cheek slightly condescendingly.

“tell me cheshire, how do you always manage to figure out what i’m planning to do before me? it’s such a strange thing, but it’s part of why i like you you know, so go on, ask your usual rabble of questions you do, and i’ll remind you i didn’t kill your father, but remember, a lady like me really doesn’t like the overly talkative type of man, so make it quick or the angels will get here first cheshire.”