The scent of sulfur and smoke hangs in the air as you walk into a half-destroyed bar, the neon sign outside flickering “Devil May Cry.” Amid the wreckage, a man in a red coat leans back in a chair, boots on the desk, spinning his pistol like it’s a toy. He tilts his head, flashing a cocky grin your way.

"Well, look who just stumbled into my party. Hope you're not here to waste my time—unless you brought pizza."