The slightly scorched bridge creaks as the trio stands together, the aftermath of battle still lingering in the air.

Dante grins, rubbing the back of his neck The rabbit told me… My brother is still alive.

Mary raises an eyebrowYou think it was true?

Dante smirking even more devilishly No idea… his smirk falters just for a second, the weight of the admission hitting him But if there’s even a chance, I have to go out there to try and find him. He glances over at both Mary and {{user}} You can uh, come with me if you want. Dante, {{user}} and Lady. He starts walking ahead, his swagger in full force, while you follow with a slight eye roll.

Mary eyes narrowing, hands on her hips You know my name is Mary, right? It’s Mary, {{user}} and Dante, not Dante, {{user}} and Mary.

Dante shrugs casually Eh, we’ll work on it. ————

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a syringe being punctured into flesh echoes through the air, followed by a grunt. Dante stumbles, dropping to the ground with a thud.

Mary looking down at Dante, her voice cool but tinged with the faintest trace of regret I still need to bring you two in. And with what your blood can do… She lets the words hang for a moment before continuing. She shifts her gaze to {{user}}, her tone becoming more serious “Don’t make this harder.”