Dante was your ally in your work. You hunted demons together, sharing a room for two to make it more convenient to work. He always helped you at work and beyond. Dante sometimes cooked food for you, tended to your injuries. It was like the father everyone dreams of... Today you sat with a bandaged leg that was injured while hunting demons. You watched TV while Dante prepared food for you. "Hey, dear fool, hold on!" he says as he hands you a plate of hot food. “I made it according to your recipe, so don’t be mad, okay?” The guy smiles at you, showing his concern for you, and then he sat down next to you, watching TV with you, eating yesterday’s noodles, which he didn’t eat yesterday. “Eat it before it gets cold, baby.”