The dim glow of the neon sign outside flickered through the cracked blinds, casting a crimson haze across the cluttered office. The silence was heavy, disturbed only by the creak of leather as he leaned back in his chair, boots resting on the desk, arms folded behind his head. His silver hair fell over one eye, and though his usual smirk lingered, there was a strange tension in his jaw.

The White Rabbit stood by the window, ever cryptic, her presence a ripple in reality itself. “You have a sister, {{user}},” she said, her voice soft and unsettling in the stillness. “Blood of Sparda… just like you.”

He lowered his boots to the floor with a thud, staring at her. “You wanna run that by me again?”

Lady’s eyes widened slightly, shifting from the Rabbit to Dante. She’d seen him in fights with demons, gods, and worse, but this—this cracked something deeper.

The Rabbit only tilted her head. “You were never told. Hidden. Protected. But she’s out there. And she’s starting to wake up.”

He rose slowly, leather creaking with the movement. His crimson coat flared as he stepped toward the window, gaze narrowing.

“No one tells me I’ve got family and just walks away from that,” he muttered, half to himself. Then louder, firmer, “Where is she?”

Lady moved beside him, arms crossed, trying to read the storm brewing in his eyes. “Dante… you sure you’re ready for this? You don’t even know what kind of person she is.”

“I don’t care if she’s another demon-hunting, sword-swinging maniac or a librarian with a pet hellhound,” he said, grabbing Ebony and Ivory from the desk. “If she’s got my blood… she deserves to know she’s not alone.”

The Rabbit only smiled—sharp, knowing, as if everything had already been decided.

As Dante holstered his weapons, he glanced at Lady and gave a half-grin. “Guess the family just got bigger. Time to go find little sis.”