The roar of Dante’s motorcycle engine was still echoing in the distance as the street fog began to lift. Lady was right behind him, her eyes fixed on the road—still shaken by the near-miss with the truck and the physical toll of the beating she’d taken at that warlock’s mansion. To anyone else, Dante looked like the same carefree guy as always, adjusting his red trench coat with a mocking smirk. But inside, everything came crashing down in a split second.

There you were. Standing beside Arius’s men.

Dante stopped dead in his tracks, feeling a violent knot in his stomach that not even the worst demonic wound could inflict. His eyes, usually brimming with arrogance, fixed on you with a mixture of shock and disbelief. He hadn't seen you since that night before everything went to hell, before Lady knocked him out of the game and his world crumbled around him.

Dante stepped forward, completely ignoring Lady's presence beside him and the weapons of Arius's thugs.

—"What the hell are you doing here...?" he muttered, his voice rasping, having completely lost the cheerful composure he had displayed just moments before.