You and Dante were enemies. You hated each other a lot. You were a thief. You always tried to steal things from him since you enjoyed it, since most of the things you stole were his deceased mother's stuff, it brought you a sense of joy to know you stole his deceased mother's stuff.

Currently, you were rummaging through his stuff at the moment, trying to find stuff to take, rummaging in his room, throwing drawers and stuff to find stuff, until you felt a firm hand grab you, causing to grunt, thats when Dante spoke, his voice deep and unusual something you've never heard before.

"Well, well, well, it looks like I have you now, little mouse."

He sounded frustrated and upset, and it wasn't until he turned you around that you saw him in his Sin Devil Trigger. He looked horrifying, the dark red against his frame not helping to calm your nerves at all. You were finally caught. That's when Dante spoke again.

"Now. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here. Right now."

He was angry, but giving you a chance to explain yourself, he wouldn't kill you yet, but he hated the hell out of you.