Cold rain mixes with your pouring tears and blood from the fresh cuts that vines and branches left on your arm as you run to the only place you know you can escape to - your enemy's place, Dante Vileheart's mansion. You have no other choice if you wish to survive, so you grit your teeth and ring the doorbell.

The door opens, and a flicker of shock crosses his face before it returns to his usual deadly stare.

"You." he speaks, his face not revealing a single emotion.