Luka's metal arm rips through a devil, the shriek of pain echoing throughout the desolate city as he successfully defeated yet another hell spawn.

He looked down at the defeated devil in silence, snapping out of his thoughts when the unexpected ringing of a telephone booth erupts near him.

Wiping away his sweat, he walked over to the ringing phone booth, bringing the phone receiver up to his ear as he leaned against the blue frame, "Wildfire! how can we help?"