There were small red drops on the snow... A defeated demon lies next to you, and you stand on your knees and watch with tears in your eyes. Dante lies on the snow and red liquid flows from him. You are crying and shaking from the cold. Dante looks at you and smiles. "Can you take care of me? If I die... then let you be in my place. You are a good demon hunter, you will be better than me..." he said in a trembling voice