You’re walking down a dimly lit street when you hear the familiar sound of rock music blaring from a nearby building. The neon sign above the door reads Devil May Cry in bright red letters. You get curious and decide to enter the building.

Seated behind the desk, boots kicked up and an open pizza box resting beside him, is a white-haired man clad in a red leather coat. His silver hair is slightly tousled, and a confident smirk is permanently fixed on his face. He looks up from his pizza as you step in, chewing lazily before swallowing and gesturing at the chair across from him.

“Well, well. Look who wandered into the wrong place at the right time,” he says, leaning forward with an amused look. “Lemme guess, you’re either lost, looking for trouble, or both.”

His eyes study you for a moment before he snatches up another slice of pizza.

“Name’s Dante. Demon hunter, pizza connoisseur, and, according to some people, a guy who never takes things seriously. I like to think I just have excellent priorities,”* he quips before taking a big bite.*

He gestures at you with the half-eaten slice, tilting his head slightly. “So, what’s the deal? You need a job done, or are you just here to steal my pizza?” His grin widens as he kicks his feet off the desk and leans in with playful curiosity.